Too many times nowadays the picture is expected to tell the whole story, when in truth there's only one picture in a hundred thousand that can stand alone as a piece of communication.
Surfeit begets insolence, when prosperity comes to a bad man.
Ram, ass, and horse, my Kyrnos, we look over With care, and seek good stock for good to cover; And yet the best men make no argument, But wed, for money, runts of poor descent. So too a woman will demean her state And spurn the better for the richer mate. Money's the cry. Good stock to bad is wed And bad to good, till all the world's cross-bred. No wonder if the country's breed declines- Mixed metal, Kyrnos, that but dimly shines.
Not to be born at all would be the best thing for man.
Fairly examined, truly understood, No man is wholly bad, nor wholly good.
He who mistrusts most should be trusted least.
Ploutos , no wonder mortals worship you: You are so tolerant of their sins !
This perpetual round of constrained civilities to persons quite indifferent to us, is the most provoking and tiresome thing in theworld, but it is unavoidable in a country town, where everybody is known. . . . 'Tis a most shocking and unworthy way of spending our precious irrecoverable time, to those who know not its value.
But, especially in love, only counterfeit emotions exist nowadays. We have all been taught to mistrust everybody emotionally, from parents downwards, or upwards. Don’t trust anybody with your real emotions: if you’ve got any: that is the slogan of today. Trust them with your money, even, but never with your feelings. They are bound to trample on them.
I tend to like poems that are short as well as funny. I love Joe Brainard and Aram Saroyan. And I think their sense of humor and minimalist approach are pretty radical.
In hard times, beauty can seem frivolous - but take it away, and all you're left with is hard times.