Justice Itself Tends To Be Corrupted By

The Past And Future / Are Conquered, And Reconciled.

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

Bad Poets Imitate, Good Poets Steal.

You Can Evade Life, But You Can Not Evade Death.

In A Mind Charged With An Eager Purpose And An Unfinished Vindictiveness, There Is No Room For New Feelings.