There are men that are birds, and their raiment is trembling feathers, for they show their souls to everyone and everything that is ungentle or untutored or evil or mockery is as a rude stone cast at them, and they suffer all day long, or as Paul remarks they are slain every moment.
Edward DahlbergThe earnings of a poet could be reckoned by a metaphysician rather than a bookkeeper.
Edward Dahlberg