If a secret history of books could be written and the author's private thoughts and meanings noted down alongside of his story how many insipid volumes would become interesting and dull tales excite the reader!
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
On a level plain simple mounds look like hills and the insipid flatness of our present bourgeoisie is to be measured by the altitude of its great intellects.
If you take a look at history you will find that the understanding of what is good and evil has always existed before the individual religions. The religions were only invented by people afterwards in order to express this idea.