It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.
Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.
I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
You can't teach an old dogma new tricks.
Hold your pen and spare your voice.