Sheep With A Nasty Side.

Greed, Like The Love Of Comfort, Is A Kind Of Fear.

A Lazy Person, Whatever The Talents With Which He Set Out, Will Have Condemned Himself To Second-hand Thoughts And To Second-rate Friends.

We Must Select The Illusion Which Appeals To Our Temperament, And Embrace It With Passion, If We Want To Be Happy.

Poets Arguing About Modern Poetry: Jackals Snarling Over A Dried-up Well.

Whom The Gods Wish To Destroy They First Call Promising.