But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.

Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

Night, a more perfect day.

Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.