The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.
The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.
Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.