Let No Man Under Value The Price

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.

News As Wholesome As The Morning Air.