If You Doubt Yourself, Then Indeed You

A Party Is Like A Sausage Machine, It Grinds Up All Sorts Of Heads Together Into The Same Baloney.

Public Opinion Is An Extremely Mutable Thing

Poetry Is To Hold Judgment On Your Soul.

And What If I Did Run My Ship Aground; Oh, Still It Was Splendid To Sail It!

I Believe That, Before All Else, I'm A Human Being, No Less Than You.