I Am Not A Pessimist But A

Luck's A Chance, But Trouble's Sure.

Nature, Not Content With Denying Him The Ability To Think, Has Endowed Him With The Ability To Write.

There, Like The Wind Through Woods In Riot, Through Him The Gale Of Life Blew High; The Tree Of Man Was Never Quiet: Then 'twas The Roman, Now 'tis I.

To Be A Textual Critic Requires Aptitude For Thinking And Willingness To Think; And Though It Also Requires Other Things, Those Things Are Supplements And Cannot Be Substitutes. Knowledge Is Good, Method Is Good, But One Thing Beyond All Others Is Necessary; And That Is To Have A Head, Not A Pumpkin, On Your Shoulders And Brains, Not Pudding, In Your Head.

Hope Lies To Mortals And Most Believe Her, But Man's Deceiver Was Never Mine.