The worst mistake I made was that stupid, suburban prejudice of anti-Semitism.
The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.
What matters most is not the idea, but the capacity to believe in it completely.
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.
Seems fairly clear that you fix a breed by LIMITING the amount of alien infiltration. You make a race by homogeneity and by avoiding INbreeding.... No argument has ever been sprouted against it. You like it in dogs and horses.