The white flower of a blameless life.
Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
The quiet sense of something lost