Let me pass over the trip to Sante Fe with something of the same speed which made Mrs. Roebuck `` wonduh if the wahtahm speed limit '' ( 35 m.p.h. ) `` is still in ee-faket ''.

As it is in so many affairs of the heart, a man and a woman meet and something clicks.

Theirs is no mere lack of sympathy, but something closer to the passionate hatred that was directed against Fascism.

( Since the time-span of the nation-state coincides roughly with the separate existence of the United States as an independent entity, it is perhaps natural for Americans to think of the nation as representative of the highest form of order, something permanent and unchanging.

`` That smell is something, eh, mate ''??

Truman Capote is still reveling in Southern Gothicism, exaggerating the old Southern legends into something beautiful and grotesque, but as unreal as -- or even more unreal than -- yesterday.

Or is it relevant because it teaches us something useful to know about ourselves??

It only means that there will be new form, and that this form will be of such a type that it admits the chaos and does not try to say that the chaos is really something else.

Thus jazz is transmuted into something holy, the sacred road to integration of being.

Mimesis is the nearest possible thing to the actual re-living of experience, in which the imagining person recovers through images something of the force and depth characteristic of experience itself.

he is questioning, also, every epistemology which stems from Hume's presupposition that experience is merely sense data in abstraction from causal efficacy, and that causal efficacy is something intellectually imputed to the world, not directly perceived.

It is something which most of us try to get out from under.

But I think that something more than this is involved.

The point is that the reactionary, for whatever motive, perceives himself to have been part or a partner of something that extended beyond himself, something which, consequently, he was not able to accept or reject on the basis of subjective preference.

If we remove ourselves for a moment from our time and our infatuation with mental disease, isn't there something absurd about a hero in a novel who is defeated by his infantile neurosis??

He is a dreamer of the good society with a plan to put into effect, and he is an individual craftsman with something to make for himself and the people of his time.

It is never motion towards something.

Plato's attitude toward poetry has always been something of an enigma, because he is so completely sensitive to its charm.

Serenity, if one is fortunate enough to achieve it, is not so good as joy, but it is something.

The sambur buck, the jungle stag that is even more noble than the Scottish elk.

And if he is so scornful of the rights of states, why not advocate a different sort of constitution that he could more sincerely support??

Since the Supreme Court's decision of that year this is more doubtful ; ;

The long-settled areas of states like Virginia and South Carolina developed the ante-bellum culture to its richest flowering, and there the memory is more precious, and the consciousness of loss the greater.

And there is no section of the nation more ardent than the South in the cold war against Communism.

Whether a concept analogous to the principle of internal responsibility operates in a nation's external relations is less obvious and more difficult to establish.

But it is more than that.

While the pattern is uneven, some having gained more than others, nationalism has in fact served the Western peoples well.

But it is more than irony: one of the main reasons why nationalism is no longer a tenable concept is because it has spread throughout the planet.

Only one rule prevailed in my conversations with these men: The more highly placed they are -- that is, the more they know -- the more concerned they have become.

Only recently new `` holes '' were discovered in our safety measures, and a search is now on for more.

Isfahan became more of a legend than a place, and now it is for many people simply a name to which they attach their notions of old Persia and sometimes of the East.

On Fridays, the day when many Persians relax with poetry, talk, and a samovar, people do not, it is true, stream into Chehel Sotun -- a pavilion and garden built by Shah Abbas 2, in the seventeenth century -- but they do retire into hundreds of pavilions throughout the city and up the river valley, which are smaller, more humble copies of the former.

But more important, and the thing which the casual traveler and the blind sojourner often do not see, is that these places and activities are often the settings in which Persians exercise their extraordinary aesthetic sensibilities.

Poetry in Persian life is far more than a common ground on which -- in a society deeply fissured by antagonisms -- all may stand.

Nostalgic Yankee readers of Erskine Caldwell are today informed by proud Georgians that Tobacco Road is buried beneath a four-lane super highway, over which travel each day suburbanite businessmen more concerned with the Dow-Jones average than with the cotton crop.

The resulting picture might appear a maze of restless confusions and contradictions, but it is more true to life than a portrait of an artificially contrived order.

So great a man could not but understand, too, that the thing that moves men to sacrifice their lives is not the error of their thought, which their opponents see and attack, but the truth which the latter do not see -- any more than they see the error which mars the truth they themselves defend.

Even in domains where detailed and predictive understanding is still lacking, but where some explanations are possible, as with lightning and weather and earthquakes, the appropriate kind of human action has been more adequately indicated.

`` What is more true than anything else??

Laura is unreachable – the few physical descriptions are vague, almost impalpable as the love he pines for, and such is perhaps the power of his verse, which lives off the melodies it evokes against the fading, diaphanous image that is no more consistent than a ghost.

An unobservable ( also called impalpable ) is an entity whose existence, nature, properties, qualities or relations are not directly observable by humans.

: question whether there is a patentable invention is as fugitive, impalpable, wayward, and vague a phantom as exists in the whole paraphernalia of legal concepts.

Unlike the carotid pulse, the JVP is impalpable.