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Truth, Like Milk, Arrives In The Dark But Even So, Wise Dogs Don't Bark. Only Mongrels Make It Hard For The Milkman To Come Up The Yard.

A Critic Is A Gong At A Railroad Crossing Clanging Loudly And Vainly As The Train Goes By.

Poetry Comes With Anger, Hunger And Dismay; It Does Not Often Visit Groups Of Citizens Sitting Down To Be Literary Together, And Would Appal Them If It Did.

A Mind Too Proud To Unbend Over The Small Ridiculosa Of Life Is As Painful As A Library With No Trash In It.

There Are A Lot Of People Who Must Have The Table Laid In The Usual Fashion Or They Will Not Enjoy The Dinner.