The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.
Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.
To ask the hard question is simple.
The theater has never been any good since the actors became gentlemen.
The chances are that, in the course of his lifetime, the major poet will write more bad poems than the minor, simply because major poets write a lot.
To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith