One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive one.
If you criticize a fine genius, the odds are that you are out of your reckoning, and, instead of the poet, are censuring your owncaricature of him.
Live, let live, and help live
The language of the street is always strong.
The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast.
Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.