Mary, I believed thee true, And I was blest in thus believing; But now I mourn that ever I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving.

The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.

Then many of the Jews which came to Mary, and had seen the things which Jesus did, believed on him.

When words I uttered, believing them to be true, were exposed as false, I was constrained by my duties and loyalty to the President and unable to comment. But I promised reporters and the public that I would someday tell the whole story of what I knew.

He obsessed about it ... he believed that it was true.

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.