Bonaparte Knew But One Merit, And Rewarded

Every Evil To Which We Do Not Succumb Is A Benefactor.

It Does Not To Dwell On Dreams And Forget To Live, But It Is Equally Foolish To Ignore The Past – Never Forget.

My Life Is Superficial, Takes No Root In The Deep World; I Ask, When Shall I Die, And Be Relieved Of The Responsibility Of Seeinga Universe Which I Do Not Use? I Wish To Exchange This Flash-of-lightning Faith For Continuous Daylight, This Fever-glow For A Benign Climate.

Everything In The Universe Goes By Indirection. There Are No Straight Lines.

Only Poetry Inspires Poetry.