Like evil, sublimity is also contagious.
Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn.
Let us leave the cure of public evils to those quacks, the statesmen.
Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.
Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.