Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

Faith Works Miracles. At Least It Allows Time For Them.

Cynicism Is Intellectual Dandyism.

Lovely Are The Curves Of The White Owl Sweeping Wavy In The Dusk Lit By One Large Star. Lone On The Fir-branch, His Rattle-note Unvaried, Brooding O'er The Gloom, Spins The Brown Eve-jar.

My Religion Of Life Is Always To Be Cheerful.

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.