Without Duty, Life Is Soft And Boneless.

The Art Of Saying Well What One Thinks Is Different From The Faculty Of Thinking. The Latter May Be Very Deep And Lofty And Far- Reaching, While The Former Is Altogether Wanting.

In Clothes Clean And Fresh There Is A Kind Of Youth With Which Age Should Surround Itself.

Sexes. One Has The Look Of A Wound, The Other Of Something Skinned.

Virtue Is The Health Of The Soul. It Gives A Flavor To The Smallest Leaves Of Life.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.