Society waits unformed and is between things ended and things begun.

Somehow, we’ve weathered and witnessed A nation that isn’t broken, but simply
unfinished.

When a man is young and his constitution and body have not acquired firmness, i.e., before he has arrived at middle age, he is not an assured inhabitant of the earth, and his compensation is that he is not quite earthy, there is something peculiarly tender and divine about him.

Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something suspiciously bovine about them.

His youth had scarcely melted into manhood