Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.
Sometimes the whole world is mud luscious and puddle wonderful
Knowledge is devalued when it becomes too generally known
Genius is an infinite capacity for pain.
Though opposition is a hopeless task, acquiescence would be worse.
A predilection for genre fiction is symptomatic of a kind of arrested development.