Thoughts there are, that need no embodying, no form, no expression. It is enough to hint at them vaguely; a word, and they are heard and seen.

Space is the stature of God.

Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.

You want to talk to someone; first open your ears.

The supreme sway of chastity over the senses makes her queenly.

Think that day lost whose descending sun, views from thy hand no noble action done.

Good maxims are the germs of all excellence.