Every man is an impossibility until he is born.
The eloquence of one stimulates all the rest, some up to the speaking-point, and all others to a degree that makes them good receivers and conductors, and they avenge themselves for their enforced silence by increased loquacity on their return.
Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.
Love is the bright foreigner, the foreign self.
All science is transcendental or else passes away.
It is never too late to do right.