Come Live In My Heart, And Pay

There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.

Sure My Love Is All Crostlike A Bud In The Frostand There's No Use At All In My Going To Bed,for 't Is Dhrames And Not Slape That Comes Into My Head!

When Once The Itch Of Literature Comes Over A Man, Nothing Can Cure It But The Scratching Of A Pen. But If You Have Not A Pen, I Suppose You Must Scratch Any Way You Can.