In the eyes of others a man is a poet if he has written one good poem. In his own he is only a poet at the moment when he is making his last revision to a new poem. The moment before, he was still only a potential poet; the moment after, he is a man who has ceased to write poetry, perhaps forever.
Foxes may be furrier and sexier than rats, but they are still vermin, and need to be controlled and killed. When I consider all the different methods of killing foxes, my view, backed up by Lord Burns, is that hunting with hounds is the most natural way to kill them. We have to be honest about the fact that what really upsets some of my hon. Friends - and, perhaps, some Opposition Members too - is the idea that only toffs go hunting. If only hunters did not wear red coats, things might be different.
So your strength is failing you? Why don't you tell your mother about it?. . . Mother! Call her with a loud voice. She is listening to you; she sees you in danger, perhaps, and she-your holy mother Mary-offers you, along with the grace of her son, the refuge of her arms, the tenderness of her embrace. . . and you will find yourself with added strength for the new battle.
I think the fact that Donald Trump is running now is the greatest to perhaps myself, and, again, Ivanka's [Trump] and Eric's[Trump] abilities to be able to run this company because he's not the kind of guy that would leave or jeopardize those people's families, their livelihoods to go do something where he wouldn't be in charge.