I have stopped being a misanthrope.
Canadians look down on the United States and consider it Hell. They are right to do so. Canada is to the United States what, in Dante's scheme, Limbo is to Hell
By walking, I found out where I was going.
I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats
Conscience: self-esteem with a halo.
Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except madness, meanness, and mendacity; egotism, cowardice, and self-delusion, I have stopped being a misanthrope.