The Less I Understand Life, The More

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

A Beautiful Line Of Verse Has Twelve Feet, And Two Wings.

There Is A Justice, But We Do Not Always See It. Discreet, Smiling, It Is There, At One Side, A Little Behind Injustice, Which Makes A Big Noise.

If One Were To Build The House Of Happiness, The Largest Space Would Be The Waiting Room.

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I Would Ask That Not A Thing Be Changed, But That My Eyes Be Opened Wider.