A little heap of dust,
A little streak of rust,
A stone without a name—
Lo! hero, sword and fame.
Our vocabulary is defective; we give the same name to woman's lack of temptation and man's lack of opportunity.
"You scoundrel, you have wronged me," hissed the philosopher. "May you live forever!"
The man who thinks that a garnet can be made a ruby by setting it in brass is writing "dialect" for publication.
"Who art thou, stranger, and what dost thou seek?"
"I am Generosity, and I seek a person named Gratitude."
"Then thou dost not deserve to find her."
"True. I will go about my business and think of her no more. But who art thou, to be so wise?"
"I am Gratitude—farewell forever."
There was never a genius who was not thought a fool until he disclosed himself; whereas he is a fool then only.