Worry is not thought; complaining is not action.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
Lawyers may reason powerfully, but power settles most issues.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.