The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
You don't have to be a house to be haunted.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.
Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.