Speech is the small change of silence.
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.