It Would Be Next To Impossible To

Let Us Be Men With Men, And Always Children Before God; For In His Eyes We Are But Children. Old Age Itself, In Presence Of Eternity, Is But The First Moment Of A Morning.

Poetry Is To Be Found Nowhere Unless We Carry It Within Us.

Only Choose In Marriage A Man Whom You Would Choose As A Friend If He Were A Woman.

What Can One Possibly Introduce Into A Mind That Is Already Full, And Full Of Itself?

The Paper Is Patient, But The Reader Is Not.