Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.

Continued Work And Application Form My Soul's Nourishment. So Soon As I Commenced To Rest And Relax I Should Cease To Live.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen. Other Pleasures Fail Us Or Wound Us While They Charm, But The Pen We Take Up Rejoicing And Lay Down With Satisfaction, For It Has The Power To Advantage Not Only Its Lord And Master, But Many Others As Well, Even Though They Be Far Away - Sometimes, Indeed, Though They Be Not Born For Thousands Of Years To Come.

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.