A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.