Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.

A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either.

When shrouded meanings and grim intentions are nicely polished up and pokerfaced personae are generously palming off their fantasy constructs, caution is the watchword, since rimpling water on the well of truth swiftly obscures our vision and perception. ("Trompe le pied.")

Better to be a diamond in the rough, than a polished fake in denial.

I flow like a butter in the nailed pan I stole. I also kept the nail, to polish and use as a means of teleportation.