Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.

Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.

A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty, He clothes them with music and fire, Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire.

Life is one damned kitten after another." Mehitabel the Alley Cat

Too many creatures both insects and humans estimate their own value by the amount of minor irritation they are able to cause to greater personalities than themselves.

The art of newspaper paragraphing is to stroke a platitude until it purrs like an epigram.