A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.
Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.
There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.
Your thorns are the best part of you.
We are suffering from too much sarcasm.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.