The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.
An idea is a putting truth in check-mate.
The real magic wand is the child's own mind.
The metaphor is probably the most fertile power possessed by man
Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.
Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.