When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.
The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
We prove, we do not explain, our birth.
Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.