It Is Like What We Imagine Knowledge To Be: Dark, Salt, Clear, Moving, Utterly Free.
After My Hip Operation, I Had To Cut Out Butter, Which I Loved, And Salt. I No Longer Eat Desserts With Lots Of Cream, And I've Cut Right Back On Alcohol.
For An Apple Is In It Self A Little Universe; The Seed, Hotter Than The Other Parts Thereof, Is Its Sun, Which Diffuses About It Self That Natural Heat Which Preserves Its Globe: And In The Onion, The Germ Is The Little Sun Of That Little World, Which Vivifies And Nourishes The Vegetative Salt Of That Little Mass.
The Critical Opinions Of A Writer Should Always Be Taken With A Large Grain Of Salt. For The Most Part, They Are Manifestations Of His Debate With Himself As To What He Should Do Next And What He Should Avoid.
People Never Know Each Other Until They Have Eaten A Certain Amount Of Salt Together.
Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.
Salt Is Like Good-humor, And Nearly Every Thing Is Better For A Pinch Of It.