An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of litera >>
It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-gl >>
The law isn't justice. It's a very imperfect mechanism. If you press e >>
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent. >>
It is well-known what a middleman is: he is a man who bamboozles one p >>
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, >>
The agent never receipts his bill, puts his hat on and bows himself out. He stays around forever, not only for as long as you can write anything that anyone will buy, but as long as anyone will buy any portion of any right to anything that you ever did write. He just takes ten per cent of your life.