Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

Humankind can't stand too much reality.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

Turn things you've always wanted to do, into things you've done

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.