My chest of books divide amongst my friends.
Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.
I have so much of you in my heart.
one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another