For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
Luck is the residue of design.
The never-ending flight Of future days.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.