And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

One hates an author that's all author.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

The busy have no time for tears.