Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has >>
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire >>
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. >>
Some people are always critical of vague statements. I tend rather to >>
All my life people have said that I wasn't going to make it. >>
Criticism is prejudice made plausible. >>
I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.