What Thou Lov'st Well Is Thy True

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

The Ant's A Centaur In His Dragon World.

Objectivity And Again Objectivity, And Expression: No Hindside-before-ness, No Straddled Adjectives (as "addled Mosses Dank"), No Tennysonianness Of Speech; Nothing-nothing That You Couldn't, In Some Circumstance, In The Stress Of Some Emotion, Actually Say.

There Is Natural Ignorance And There Is Artificial Ignorance. I Should Say At The Present Moment The Artificial Ignorance Is About Eighty-five Per Cent.

A General Loathing Of A Gang Or Sect Usually Has Some Sound Basis In Instinct.