A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
Silence, beautiful voice.
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.