How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
The taste forever refines in the study of women.
Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.
I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.
I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.