Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.
Some people are so heavenly minded that they are no earthly good.
See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.
Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.
The best servant does his work unseen.
I think that, as life is action and passion, it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time at peril of being judged not to have lived.