Sudden resolutions, like the sudden rise of mercury in a barometer, indicate little else than the variability of the weather.

He is now rising from affluence to poverty.

You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lines. You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I’ll rise.

I had real plans for my next decade and felt I’d worked hard enough to earn it. Will I really not live to see my children married? To watch the World Trade Center rise again? To read – if not indeed write – the obituaries of elderly villains like Henry Kissinger and Joseph Ratzinger?

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.