Even in our sensual days, the strength of delight is in its seldomness or rarity, and sting in its satiety: mediocrity is its life, and immoderacy its confusion

Her comment gnawed at me all day and I couldn't think about anything else.

I had been working on the problem for weeks, and then I had a brainstorm and saw that the solution was easy.

The Platonickes and Stoicks acknowledged a divine understandinge to have made the world, but out of prejacent matter, which they conccaved to be eternall, and to acknowledge no maker.