Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.