What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.
Great sport begins at a point where it has ceased to be healthy.
Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can't bear to see it.
Temptation to behave is terrible.