Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end

My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons.

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

In the beginning of the season I started putting her up last in the lineup with the hopes of her dealing with the pressure in the end like this. She almost fell on floor, any other time she would have fallen. She almost fell on vaulting stepping forward [but did not]. So this is a big step for her.

They can add all sorts of other charges ... they don't have to throw the book at him at the beginning.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?