The bow always strung ... will not do.
The best travel is that which one can take by one's own fireside. In memory or imagination.
Love supreme defies all sophistry.
Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.
Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?
Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another