There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so cultivates the golden mean avoids the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
Don't just put it off and think about it!
A poem is like a painting.
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
Books have their destinies.