If I Added To Their

To Work Hard, To Live Hard, To Die Hard, And Then Go To Hell After All Would Be Too Damned Hard.

There Are Ten Men In Me And I Do Not Know Or Understand One Of Them.

Rest Is Not A Word Of Free People. Rest Is A Monarchical Word.

I Never Made A Mistake In Grammar But One In My Life And As Soon As I Done It I Seen It.

I Wrote Poems In My Corner Of The Brooks Street Station. I Sent Them To Two Editors Who Rejected Them Right Off. I Read Those Letters Of Rejection Years Later And I Agreed With Those Editors.