Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.
An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
We're either nothing or a God's regret.
A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.