Life is full of strange contrasts; and who that could have seen—weary, yet walking as fast as she could, for she had a long way to go; faint, for of late she had debarred herself common necessaries; cold, for the rain soon pierced her thin cloak—who would have believed that she was the brilliant actress who, not an hour since, was the gaze of every eye, while the whole house rang with applause?

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

After Ashby summit it was difficult to spin out the more than ample schedule allowance.

You think he has a sporting chance? I wouldn't call even him a long shot!