Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.
General principles… are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree are to its leaves.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
The fabled origin of the laurel is this. Daphne, daughter of the river Peneus, offended by the persecutions of Apollo, implored succour of the gods, who changed her into a laurel tree. Apollo crowned his head with the leaves and ordered that forever after, the tree should be sacred to him.
The mind that has not been developed or trained is very scattered. That’s the normal state of affairs, but it leaves us out of touch with a great deal in life, including our bodies.
Henceforth the leaves of the tree of knowledge were for women, and for the healing of the nations.
That old law about ‘an eye for an eye’ leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing.
The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history.
Doubts never end. If one doubt is removed, another takes its place. It is like removing the leaves of a tree one by one. Even if all the leaves are clipped off, new ones grow. The tree itself must be uprooted.