It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.

Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.

Poetry contains nothing haphazard.

The central function of imaginative literature is to make you realize that other people act on moral convictions different from your own.

It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.

The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.