There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.
That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.
Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness.
Go forward with joyful confidence.