Imitators Are But A Servile

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

The Commendation Of Adversaries Is The Greatest Triumph Of A Writer, Because It Never Comes Unless Extorted.