Poetry is the impish

Poetry is the impish
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.
  

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When you ask from a stranger that which is of interest only to yourself, always enclose a stamp
The bad gardener quarrels with his rake.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
The last function of reason is to recognize that there is an infinity of things which surpass it.
In oneof our concert grand pianos, 243 taut strings exert a pull of 40,000 poundson an iron frame. It is proof that out of great tension may come great harmony.
Maturityis the capacity to endure uncertainty.
Instinct is the nose of the mind.
The merit belongs to begineer; should his successor do even more better.
Speechis human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead; therefore we mustlearn both arts.
No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
You can not help men permanantly by doing for them what they could do for themselves
Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believingas we already do.