I certainly admire people who do things.

We think too much and feel too little.

How can we live without the unknown before us?

Hyperbolic myths of origin have from the earliest times served to lend a paradoxical plausibility to the biographies of heroes.

In order to destroy the world$$$ it becomes necessary to save it.

But the boy had a gift. And it was in the nature of a gift that it be endlessly given.

I can imagine anything except having no imagination.

In the immemorial style of young men under pressure$$$ they decided to lie down for a while and waste time.

A tooth is much more to be prized than a diamond.

She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.