When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is

[h]appy Or Miserable, Life Is The Only Blessing Which Man Possesses[.

We Avenge Intelligence When We Deceive A Fool, And The Victory Is Worth The Trouble

If You Have Not Done Things Worthy Of Being Written About, At Least Write Things Worthy Of Being Read.

The Story She Had Told Me Was Possible, But It Was Not Believable.

Economy Spoils Pleasure