Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
If you have a talent, use it in every which way possible. Don't hoard it. Don't dole it out like…
Music, when Soft Voices die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live…
The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right.