The central function of imaginative literature is to make you realize that other people act on moral convictions different from your own.
Poetry contains nothing haphazard.
The heart of standing is that you cannot fly.
It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.
Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.
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.