We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.