A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid.

I Have An Intense Dislike For Artificial Society. In France, One Could Lead A Free Life - To Do What One Wanted To Do Without Interference Or Criticism From One's Neighbors.

His Life, Though None Too Long, Was Never Dull: Of Woman, Wine And Song Bill Had His Full.

Our Breath Is Brief, And Being So Let's Make Our Heaven Here Below, And Lavish Kindness As We Go.

Write Verse, Not Poetry. The Public Wants Verse. If You Have A Talent For Poetry, Then Don't By Any Means Mother It, But Try Your Hand At Verse.

It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race.