I Strove With None; For None Was

We Are Poor, Indeed, When We Have No Half-wishes Left Us. The Heart And The Imagination Close The Shutters The Instant They Are Gone.

Contentment Is Better Than Divinations Or Visions.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.

Every Witticism Is An Inexact Thought; That Which Is Perfectly True Is Imperfectly Witty.

Such Is Our Impatience, Such Our Hatred Of Procrastination, To Everything But The Amendment Of Our Practices And The Adornment Of Our Nature, One Would Imagine We Were Dragging Time Along By Force, And Not He Us.