We Are No Longer Happy So Soon

Clear Writers, Like Fountains, Do Not Seem So Deep As They Are; The Turbid Look The Most Profound.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

Of All Failures, To Fail In A Witticism Is The Worst, And The Mishap Is The More Calamitous In A Drawn-out And Detailed One

There Is No Easy Path Leading Out Of Life, And Few Are The Easy Ones That Lie Within It.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.