All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.

Never Find Fault With The Absent.

Nor Public Flame, Nor Private, Dares To Shine; Nor Human Spark Is Left, Nor Glimpse Divine! Lo! Thy Dread Empire, Chaos! Is Restored; Light Dies Before Thy Uncreating Word: Thy Hand, Great Anarch! Lets The Curtain Fall; And Universal Darkness Buries All.

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

True Ease In Writing Comes From Art, Not Chance, As Those Move Easiest Who Have Learned To Dance.