People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.
Robert FrostThe chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race
Robert Frost