The Stench Of The Trail Of Ego

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.

My Religion Of Life Is Always To Be Cheerful.

Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners When You Lose.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!