Forgiveness is the only cure of wrong.

And hand in hand with Sense-of-injury walks ever the weak sister-demon Self-pity, so dear, so sweet to many--both of them the children of Philautos, not of Agape.

But there was no hate, no revenge, in Godfrey, and, I repeat, his weakness he kept concealed.

It must have been in his eyes, but eyes are hard to read.

For the rest, his was a strong poetic nature--a nature which half unconsciously turned ever toward the best, away from the mean judgments of common men, and with positive loathing from the ways of worldly women.