V. Shnodgrate is the foremost poet of the Punchy Lands. Below is a short collection of some of his finest.
Incompetence is defined by a hybrid of laziness and indifference.
Some say that character is higher than intellect; but I say they are connected. Those who possess character must have intellect, and those who possess intellect must have character.
Two principle attributes define humanity: wisdom and folly. Wisdom is something that all strive for and few attain; folly is something that all avoid and most obtain.
Self-Doubt is a rampant disease of the mind; it creates the perfect haven for pride.
Practicality is only practical when the practicality of life is practical.
Sometimes a decision decides itself; other times it decides you.
If, at any point, the road ahead looks clear, then you must readjust your glasses.
There’s an interesting specimen that is present constantly, aggravated intensely by itself, and composed of a desire for the perfect: its name is want.
If intellect makes a person, then the world is short on people.
If you’re overly creative, some might assume you’re insane, that’s fine; just have them realize that you can’t be creative and sane at the same time.
If you’re overly creative, some might say you’re insane, that’s fine; just have them realize that the unimaginative are blameworthy for your overly creative nature.
Intense anxiety is not a manifestation of weakness, but rather a really clever imitation of it.
Ambition is good—when not possessed by the ignorant; for then you have determined idiots.
Impatience prolongs the task at hand; patience makes sure it never gets done.
Work is not the death of freedom; negligence is.
Vanity merely gives a hedonistic and ignorant society something vain to dote upon.
It’s quite easy to be clever if everyone else around you is dull to the point of tears.