Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

Next to nothing for use.But a crop is a crop,And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love.