Fame Is A Bee It Has A

He Ate And Drank The Precious Words, His Spirit Grew Robust; He Knew No More That He Was Poor, Nor That His Frame Was Dust.

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

God's Unique Capacity Is Too Surprising To Surprise.

Mine Enemy Is Growing Old -- I Have At Last Revenge -- The Palate Of The Hate Departs -- If Any Would Avenge Let Him Be Quick -- The Viand Flits -- It Is A Faded Meat -- Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead -- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat

I Do Not Like The Man Who Squanders Life For Fame; Give Me The Man Who Living Makes A Name.