An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen. Other Pleasures Fail Us Or Wound Us While They Charm, But The Pen We Take Up Rejoicing And Lay Down With Satisfaction, For It Has The Power To Advantage Not Only Its Lord And Master, But Many Others As Well, Even Though They Be Far Away - Sometimes, Indeed, Though They Be Not Born For Thousands Of Years To Come.

Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our Dreaming. Oh, That We May Be Allowed To Wake Before Death Wakes Us.