Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes.

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.

For, however roguish a man may be, he always loves to deal with an honest man.

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty ou…

Quanto que el no creer es indicio del mentir; porque el mentiroso tiene dos males, que ni cree ni es creido.