Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.
Biographies of literary figures from the past: "He was penniless. Sighing, he went to Sorrento, Paris, and Rome, and then had a rest cure for 6 months in Baden-Baden. He sold a story for $3, which enabled him to buy a villa on the Amalfi Coast, where he could write in peace."