Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

The Truly Brave Are Soft Of Heart And Eyes, And Feel For What Their Duty Bids Them Do.

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.