The Old Woman I Shall Become Will

Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best On Graves.

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.

My Strength Has Not Equaled My Mad Ambition. I Have Remained Obscure; I Have Done Worse -- I Have Touched Success, And Allowed It To Escape Me.

He Who Draws Noble Delights From Sentiments Of Poetry Is A True Poet, Though He Has Never Written A Line In All His Life.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.