There's not a modest maiden elf / But dreads the final Trumpet, / Lest half of her should rise herself, / And half some sturdy strumpet!

Wearing dreads on my head is a part of who I am and I'm not changing because I wouldn't be true to myself.

Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.

There is always an inertia to be overcome in striking out a new line of conduct -- not more in ourselves, it seems, than in circumscribing events, which appear as if leagued together to allow no novelties in the way of amelioration.

We expect to see a modest rise in delinquencies in the quarters ahead.

While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.