A poem is good until one knows by whom it is.

One can translate an editorial but not a poem. For one can go across the border naked but not without one's skin; for, unlike clothes, one cannot get a new skin.

Curses on the law! Most of my fellow citizens are the sorry consequences of uncommitted abortions.

I and life: The case was settled chivalrously. The opponents parted without having made up.

The triumph of morality: A thief who has broken into a bedroom claims his sense of shame had been outraged, and by threatening theoccupants with exposure of an immoral act he blackmails them into not bringing charges for burglary.

What is a historian? Someone who doesn't write well enough to work on a daily.

Let language be the divining rod that finds the sources of thought.