We boil at different degrees.
The world is the perennial miracle which the soul worketh.
Indeed the river is a perpetual gala, and boasts each month a new ornament.
Genius, even, as it is the greatest good, is he greatest harm.
Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.
The fox has many tricks. The hedgehog has but one. But that is the best of all.