Had he lived two thousand years ago, as the founder of a peculiar school of philosophy, he might still be alive.

If frankness be a virtue, he was surely a reward unto himself.

He would calmly look into the eyes of a poet and say, "Yes, I read your poem.

Do you expect to keep on attempting to write poetry?
But you may think better of it after a while.

I wrote poems when I was of your age." He did not hate men because they were wealthy, but he despised the methods that make them rich.