The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking

Ambition Is A Dead Sea Fruit, And The Greatest Peril To The Soul Is That One Is Likely To Get Precisely What He Is Seeking.

Man Pines To Live But Cannot Endure The Days Of His Life.

One Of The Weaknesses In The Cooperative Is That It Has Never Been Sufficiently Leavened By The Imagination. This Is A Quick-silver Faculty, And Likely To Be A Cause Of Worry To Any Collective Settlement.

We Are Uneasy With An Affectionate Man, For We Are Positive He Wants Something Of Us, Particularly Our Love.

We Are A Most Solitary People, And We Live, Repelled By One Another, In The Gray, Outcast Cities Of Cain.