ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS:Babbling covers a lot of secretsBeing a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he hadBeneath it all there was a little touch of ridiculeDon’t go at a fence till you’re sure of your seatEven bad company’s better than no company at allFuture of those who will not see, because to see is to sufferI like when I like, and I like a lot when I likeI don’t think. I’m old enough to knowIt ain’t for us to say what we’re goin’ to be, not alwaysKnew when to shut his eyes, and when to keep them openNothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favouriteSelf-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in himThat he will find the room empty where I am notThe temerity and nonchalance of despairThe real business of life is trying to understand each otherThings in life git stronger than we areTyranny of the little man, given a powerWe don’t live in months and years, but just in minutesWhat’ll be the differ a hundred years from nowYou’ve got blind rashness, and so you think you’re bold