We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.
Until the day of his death no man can be sure of his courage.
Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.