If people did not sometimes do silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done.
How small a thought it takes to fill a life.
You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.
Every sign by itself seems dead. What gives it life?--In use it is alive. Is life breathed into it there?--Or is the use its life?
One often makes a remark and only later sees how true it is.
If a lion could talk, we could not understand him.