The emergence of a new term to describe a certain phenomenon, of a new adjective to designate a certain quality, is always of interest, both linguistically and from the point of view of the history of human thought.

Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.