The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.
... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.
Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.
This is a puzzling world, and Old Harry's got a finger in it.
Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so .
The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.