Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.
Thank God for the passing of the discomforts and vile cuisine of the age of chivalry!
As equality increases, so does the number of people struggling for predominance.
Idleness makes people feeble and peevish. Work makes them stalwart and prone to anger.
Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.