Great Men Are But Life-sized. Most Of

The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident - Is As Often Bestowed On Idiots Who Have Nothing To Say Worth Hearing As It Is Denied To Strenuous Sages.

You Cannot Make A Man By Standing A Sheep On Its Hind-legs. But By Standing A Flock Of Sheep In That Position You Can Make A Crowd Of Men.

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

People Seem To Think There Is Something Inherently Noble And Virtuous In The Desire To Go For A Walk.

Only The Insane Take Themselves Seriously.