Metaphor Is No Argument, Though It Be

Take Winter As You Find Him, And He Turns Out To Be A Thoroughly Honest Fellow; With No Nonsense In Him, Which Is A Great Comfort In The Long-run.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

A Stray Hair, By Its Continued Irritation, May Give More Annoyance Than A Smart Blow.

The Path Of Nature Is, Indeed, A Narrow One, And It Is Only The Immortals That Seek It, And, When They Find It, Do Not Find Themselves Cramped Therein.

Old Gold Has A Civilizing Virtue Which New Gold Must Grow Old To Be Capable Of Secreting.