They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
Revision is its own reward.
A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.