A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

The Itch Of Scribbling.

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.

The Love Of Popularity Holds You In A Vice.

Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None Is More Difficult To Bear Than That It Heaps Men With Ridicule.