We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

Words Are All We Have.

I Use The Words You Taught Me. If They Don't Mean Anything Any More, Teach Me Others. Or Let Me Be Silent.

Better Hope Deferred Than None.

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

Decidedly It Will Never Have Been Given To Me To Finish Anything, Except Perhaps Breathing. One Must Not Be Greedy.