Our Names Are Labels, Plainly Printed On

Every Author, However Modest, Keeps A Most Outrageous Vanity Chained Like A Madman In The Padded Cell Of His Breast.

Only Those Who Get Into Scrapes With Their Eyes Open Can Find The Safe Way Out.

We Should Nourish Our Souls On The Dew Of Poesy, And Manure Them As Well.

What Pursuit Is More Elegant Than That Of Collecting The Ignominies Of Our Nature And Transfixing Them For Show, Each On The Bright Pin Of A Polished Phrase?

Don't Let Young People Tell You Their Aspirations; When They Drop Them They Will Drop You.