Let No One Weep For

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.

He Who Civilly Shows The Way To One Who Has Missed It, Is As One Who Has Lighted Another's Lamp From His Own Lamp; It None The Less Gives Light To Himself When It Burns For The Other.

Ennius Was The Father Of Roman Poetry, Because He First Introduced Into Latin The Greek Manner And In Particular The Hexameter Metre.

He Who Has Two Languages Has Two Souls.