But with the morning cool repentance came.

The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was he.

Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.

Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.

High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse; Fear, for their scourge, means villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave!