The senses interfere everywhere, and mix their own structure with all they report of.
Duty grows everywhere--like children, like grass.
There is no history; only biography.
Art is evidence of our most creative moment.
Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of beat.
There is nothing capricious in nature and the implanting of a desire indicates that its gratification is in the constitution of the creature that feel it.