Let truth be a banner big enough to hide the man who holds it up.
Ten builders rear an arch, each in turn lifting it higher; but it is the tenth man, who drops in the keystone, who hears our huzzas.
Form may be of more account than substance. A lens of ice will focus a solar beam to a blaze.
A superstition is a premature explanation that overstays its time.
Degree is much: the whole Atlantic might be lukewarm and never boil us a potato.
Educated folk keep to one another's company too much, leaving other people much like milk skimmed of its cream.