And I Live On, But In Grief

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than Himself.

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.

For Style Beyond The Genius Never Dares.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.