Ah, If The Rich Were Rich As

The Populace Drags Down The Gods To Their Own Level.

The True Poem Is The Poet's Mind.

His Heart Was As Great As The World, But There Was No Room In It To Hold The Memory Of A Wrong.

Practice Makes Perfect - The Sooner You Start, The Sooner You Will Be A Happy Nonsmoker

Headwinds Are Sore Vexations And The More Passengers The Sorer.