I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.