My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.
I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That's living.
An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.
Justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
Such as I am, I am a precious gift.
You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.