I have neither grace nor gifts for such a responsibility
I am ignorance itself in this. _I. King Henry IV._, III., 1
I should as soon tell you as any one I know
I regret that I have never given the subject due consideration
It is a problem which no stretch of ingenuity can solve
Now, as they say, you are asking me a question
I should feel peculiarly embarrassed to answer
What leads you to that conclusion, if I may ask
That is a fascinating field for difference of opinion
It seems that it is a case difficult either of proof or disproof
There seems to be a very great diversity in our sentiments
I appreciate keenly the favor you have shown me
One cannot be thankful enough for good friends
Weighed in the balances and found wanting
No argument in its favor has been advanced which is not a reproach to repeat
Just as ill-considered would it be to argue that——
It is a condition and not a theory which confronts us
A responsibility made new and doubly solemn by the march of events
I would most gladly know the issue of it. _The Winter’s Tale_, V., 2
He has the art of saying nothing with immense seriousness
He needs to be wooed back to consciousness by soft music
Now comes the cruel pricking of the bubble
Rather the projection of his own imagination than a historical reality
Of course there are certain to be wiseacres to say that——
His sagacity is no more to be admired than his modesty
I have tried to read him without skipping
He devotes himself to leisure with much assiduity
He is never troubled with a serious thought
The slightest modicum of common sense would teach that——
One half humbug and the other half hypocrisy
There is no activity within his cerebral cavity
He watched the proceeding from the seat of the scornful
We must give ourselves to the great new tasks
We have a sacrificial atmosphere now to breathe
We live in the presence of a sacrificial spirit
We must sacrifice to international relationships
Willing to go into the darkness of death that liberty might live
I will take it into serious consideration
A spotless splendor that holds us in fascination
To them that nestle down into his will, God is like a mother
All the loving links that bind us to heaven
In those lofty moments when the soul is near God
Elements which have the luster and preciousness of pearls