What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

I wish no living thing to suffer pain.

I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.

The Galilean is not a favorite of mine. So far from owing him any thanks for his favor, I cannot avoid confessing that I owe a secret grudge to his carpentership.

Deep truth is imageless.

All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.