Open Your Mind Before Your

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

You Will Never Make The Crab Walk Straight.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.

It Is Right That The Good Should Be Happy, That The Wicked And The Impious On The Other Hand, Should Be Miserable; That Is A Truth, I Believe, Which No One Will Gainsay.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.