Perhaps Samuel Johnson was a great man; he was certainly a drumbling one.
Every decision you make is a mistake.
We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.
One cat in a house is a sign of loneliness.
I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.
Look at this poet William Carlos Williams: he is primitive and native, and his roots are in raw forest and violent places; he is word-sick and place-crazy. He admires strength, but for what? Violence! This is the cult of the frontier mind.