Perhaps Samuel Johnson Was A Great Man;

Narcissus Never Wrote Well Nor Was A Friend.

Look At This Poet William Carlos Williams: He Is Primitive And Native, And His Roots Are In Raw Forest And Violent Places; He Is Word-sick And Place-crazy. He Admires Strength, But For What? Violence! This Is The Cult Of The Frontier Mind.

The Majority Of Persons Choose Their Wives With As Little Prudence As They Eat. They See A Troll With Nothing Else To Recommend Her But A Pair Of Thighs And Choice Hunkers, And So Smart To Void Their Seed That They Marry Her At Once. They Imagine They Can Live In Marvelous Contentment With Handsome Feet And Ambrosial Buttocks. Most Men Are Accredited Fools Shortly After They Leave The Womb.

Woman Is The Most Superstitious Animal Beneath The Moon. When A Woman Has A Premonition That Tuesday Will Be A Disaster, To Which A Man Pays No Heed, He Will Very Likely Lose His Fortune Then. This Is Not Meant To Be An Occult Or Mystic Remark. The Female Body Is A Vessel, And The Universe Drops Its Secrets Into Her Far More Quickly Than It Communicates Them To The Male.

Evil, Which Is Our Companion All Our Days, Is Not To Be Treated As A Foe. It Is Wrong To Cocker Vice, But We Grow Narrow And Pithless If We Are Furtive About It, For This Is At Best A Pretense, And The Sage Knows Good And Evil Are Kindred. The Worst Of Men Harm Others, And The Best Injure Themselves.