Twice and thrice over, as they say, good is it to repeat and review what is good.
Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.
A little too wise, they say, do ne’er live long.
In our period, they say there is free speech. They say there is no penalty for poets, There is no penalty for writing poems. They say this. This is the penalty.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
‘Memory.’ ‘Race.’ ‘Murder.’ That’s what they say about me. I am an elegiac poet. I have some historical questions, and I’m grappling with ways to make sense of history; why it still haunts us in our most intimate relationships with each other, but also in our political decisions.
They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.
I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions.
Truth, they say, is but too often in difficulties, but is never finally suppressed.
Men should stop treating feminists like ladies, and instead treat them like the men they say they want to be.