She Is Happy Where She Lies With

Life Must Go On; I Forget Just Why.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Willfully Appears Before The Populace With His Pants Down. If It Is A Good Book Nothing Can Hurt Him. If It Is A Bad Book Nothing Can Help Him.

If I Could Have Two Things In One: The Peace Of The Grave, And The Light Of The Sun.

You See, I Am A Poet, And Not Quite Right In The Head, Darling. It’s Only That.

I Am Waylaid By Beauty.