The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.
There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.
It's never too late to be who you were meant to be.
What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.