“ How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them. ”
Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
Silence does not always mark wisdom.
