Children Use The Fist Until They Are

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

Silence Is The Best Response To A Fool.

You May Write Twenty Lines One Day--or Even Three Like Euripides In Three Days--and A Hundred Lines In One More Day--and Yet On The Hundred, May Have Been Expended As Much Good Work, As On The Twenty And The Three.

Yet Half The Beast Is The Great God Pan, To Laugh, As He Sits By The River, Making A Poet Out Of A Man. The True Gods Sigh For The Cost And The Pain-- For The Reed That Grows Never More Again As A Reed With The Reeds Of The River.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.