Words Are For Those With Promises To

A False Enchantment Can All Too Easily Last A Lifetime.

Say This City Has Ten Million Souls, Some Are Living In Mansions, Some Are Living In Holes: Yet There’s No Place For Us, My Dear, Yet There’s No Place For Us.

Moreover, If Great Men Are The Only Hope Of The Evolutionary Process, They Are Morally Bound To Rule Over The Masses For Their Own Good -- We Are All Here On Earth To Help Others: What On Earth The Others Are Here For, I Don't Know -- And The Masses Have No Right Whatsoever To Resist Them.

Some Books Are Undeservedly Forgotten; None Are Undeservedly Remembered.

What Is A Professor Of Poetry? How Can Poetry Be Professed?