Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.