Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.