Life, A Beauty Chased By Tragic Laughter.

Oh Some Are Fond Of Spanish Wine, And Some Are Fond Of French.

I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On Moors And Windy Hills Coming In Solemn Beauty Like Slow Old Tunes Of Spain.

Poetry Is A Mixture Of Common Sense, Which Not All Have, With An Uncommon Sense, Which Very Few Have.

The Lord Who Gave Us Earth And Heaven Takes That As Thanks For All He's Given. The Book He Lent Is Given Back All Blotted Red And Smutted Black.

The Three Foundations Of Judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, And Frequent Mistakes.