Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age

Truth, When Not Sought After, Rarely Comes To Light.

We Call Those Poets Who Are First To Mark, Through Earth's Dull Mist The Coming Of The Dawn, Who See In Twilight's Gloom The First Pale Spark, While Others Only Note That Day Is Gone.

Apology Is Only Egotism Wrong Side Out.

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

To Obtain A Man's Opinion Of You, Make Him Mad.