With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.

It Takes Less Time To Do A Thing Right, Than It Does To Explain Why You Did It Wrong.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

Oh, How Short Are The Days! How Soon The Night Overtakes Us!