No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.
Always keep your composure. You can’t score from the penalty box; and to win, you have to score.
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
O imitators, you slavish herd!
When things are steep, remember to stay level-headed.
We are just statistics, born to consume resources.
The man is either mad, or he is making verses.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
Anger is a short madness.
In labouring to be concise, I become obscure.