Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.