Men are fools to invest in real estate.
Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.
Prose exists to convey meaning, and no meaning such as prose conveys can be expressed as well in poetry. That's not poetry's purpose.
The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line.
To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.
I hate Science. It denies a man's responsibility for his own deeds, abolishes the brotherhood that springs from God's fatherhood. It is a hectoring, dictating expertise, which makes the least lovable of the Church Fathers seem liberal by contrast.