Belief like any other moving body follows the path of least resistance.
Justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
For truth is precious and divine, too rich a pearl for carnal swine.
Words are not as satisfactory as we should like them to be, but, like our neighbours, we have got to live with them and must make the best and not the worst of them.
The Ancient Mariner would not have taken so well if it had been called The Old Sailor.