A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.
A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.

The problem with some people is that
when they aren’t drunk they're sober.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

Too long a sacrifice/ Can make a stone of the heart.