Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.