Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, . . . . Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.

Burly, dozing humblebee, Where thou art is clime for me. Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far-off heats through seas to seek. I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid-zone!

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument

What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other

Proverbs are the sanctuary of the intuitions.