One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed.
We grow hostile to many an artist or writer, not because we finally come to see he has deceived us, but because he thought no subtler means were required to ensnare us.
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A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
I have given a name to my pain, and call it "dog".
I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! "Uniform" one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide!