It Is Bad Taste For A Poet

If You Strike Upon A Thought That Baffles You, Break Off From That Entanglement And Try Another, So Shall Your Wits Be Fresh To Start Again.

Poverty, The Most Fearful Monster That Ever Drew Breath.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Characteristics Of A Popular Politician: A Horrible Voice, Bad Breeding, And A Vulgar Manner.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.