The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.