Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
I teach that all men are mad.
We are more speedily and fatally corrupted by domestic examples of vice, and particularly when they are impressed on our minds as from authority.
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
The man is either crazy or he is a poet.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.