Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.