Beware prejudices. They are like rats, and men's minds are like traps; prejudices get in easily, but it is doubtful if they ever get out.
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“Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.”
“On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.”