How could I be anything but a dissenter? Who wants the opinion of a group?
Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.
Fun comes hard - like, alas, its prarens, pleasure and happiness, whom we have to pursue.
I am something of a crank about sleep, for if I get seven and a quarter hours instead of eight I feel afflicted and drag myself around, although there's nothing really wrong with me. It's just another idea. That's how it is with my ideas; they seem to get strong while I weaken.
Each man has his own batch of poems.
A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.