Man Is No Longer An

My Idea Of Paradise Is A Straight Line To Goal

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

Love Your Enemies Because They Bring Out The Best In You.

I And Me Are Always Too Deeply In Conversation.

Whatever Harm The Evil May Do, The Harm Done By The Good Is The Most Harmful Harm.