I Do Not Regard A Broker As

A Flow Of Words Is A Sure Sign Of Duplicity.

He Hesitated Till The Last Moment, But Finally Dropped Them In The Box, Saying, "i Shall Win!"--the Cry Of A Gambler, The Cry Of The Great General, The Compulsive Cry That Has Ruined More Men Than It Has Ever Saved.

Are Not Poets Men Who Fulfill Their Hopes Prematurely?

Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear Than Any Amount Of Sorrow.

There Are Two Kinds Of Poets: Those Who Feel And Those Who Express Themselves. The Former Are Happier.