Never Be Sad For What

Work Like You Don't Need The Money.

Think Of The Ills From Which You Are Exempt.

Tormented By The Cursed Ambition Always To Put A Whole Book In A Page, A Whole Page In A Sentence, And This Sentence In A Word. I Am Speaking Of Myself.

The Sound Of The Drum Drives Out Thought; For That Very Reason It Is The Most Military Of Instruments.

Nothing Which Does Not Transport Is Poetry. The Lyre Is A Winged Instrument.