Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

I feel sorry for generations of Labour voters and supporters who must look and wonder what on earth has gone wrong and what Labour is for.

Begin thus from the first act, and proceed; and, in conclusion, at the ill which thou hast done, be troubled, and rejoice for the good.

Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.