The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.
Egotism is usually subversive of sagacity.
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go.