A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Most works are most beautiful without ornament.
The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.
Wisdom is not finally tested by the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.