My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue.
I believe in America. I'm one of those silly flag wavers.
A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness. . . and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.
The person who in shaky times also wavers only increases the evil, but the person of firm decision fashions the universe.
She wavers, she hesitates: in a word, she is a woman.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.