When the striving ceases, there is life waiting as a gift.
Do we always, always to the point of misery, do a thing?
She's very pretty but she's honey from the icebox, if you know what I mean. Cold sweets won't spread.
It is a joy to be choked with thought.
All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination.
Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.