The language of truth is simple. Euripides.
The largest soul of any country is altogether its own. Ruskin.
The last act crowns the play. Quarles.
The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic. Jean Paul.
The last drop makes the cup run over. Pr.
The last ounce breaks the camel's back. Pr. 5
The last pale rim or sickle of the moon, which had once been full, now sinking in the dark seas. Carlyle by the bedside of his dying mother.
The last perfection of our faculties is that their activity, without ceasing to be sure and earnest, become sport. Schiller.
The last stage of human perversion is when sympathy corrupts itself into envy; and the indestructible interest we take in men's doings has become a joy over their faults and misfortunes. Carlyle.
The last thing that we discover in writing a book is to know what to put at the beginning. Pascal.