In The Infancy Of Society Every Author

Cold Hopes Swarm Like Worms Within Our Living Clay.

I Love Tranquil Solitude And Such Society As Is Quiet, Wise, And Good.

To Hope Till Hope Creates From Its Own Wreck The Thing It Contemplates.

I Consider Poetry Very Subordinate To Moral And Political Science.

When My Cats Aren't Happy, I'm Not Happy. Not Because I Care About Their Mood But Because I Know They're Just Sitting There Thinking Up Ways To Get Even.