My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.

Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.

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

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.

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

My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.