Poetry And Slave Trading Cannot Be Bedfellows.

When Suffering Knocks At Your Door And You Say There Is No Seat For Him, He Tells You Not To Worry Because He Has Brought His Own Stool.

The Emperor Would Prefer The Poet To Keep Away From Politics, The Emperor's Domain, So That He Can Manage Things The Way He Likes.

A Kinsman In Trouble Had To Be Saved, Not Blamed; Anger Against A Brother Was Felt In The Flesh, Not In The Bone.

What You Must Accept Is That Your Life Is Not Going To Be The Same While You Are Writing.

The Language Of Young Men Is Pull Down And Destroy; But An Old Man Speaks Of Conciliation.