Freedom Requires Guns.

Isn't It Awful That Cold Feet Make For A Cold Imagination And That A Pair Of Woollen Socks Induce Good Thoughts!

Grief, First Take On Shape! What Is Shapeless Causes Fear And Torment But When The Enemy Materializes, Half The Victory Is Won.

Art Is Eternally Young, But The Poet Ages. If Only He Remained As Young As Art! If Only It Aged With Him!

Profundity Easily Turns Into Dullness And Astuteness Deteriorates Into Wit. Be Guided By Natural Common Sense And It Will Accommodate Great And Small.

Only By Himself, With One Acre And A House, Will A Dunce Be A Dunce. Once He Manages To Gain Power, He'll Turn Into A Scoundrel.