Worry Is The Stomach's Worst Poison.

Good Wishes Alone Will Not Ensure Peace.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.

My Home Is Where I Work, And I Work Everywhere.

The Truthful Man Is Usually A Liar.

I Have Not The Slightest Pretension To Call My Verses Poetry; I Write Now And Then For No Other Purpose Than To Relieve Depression Or To Improve My English.