Poetry Is The Work Of

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

Terrible Times In Which Priests No Longer Merit The Praise Of Poets And In Which Poets Have Not Yet Begun To Be Priests.

No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The Cemetery's Crop

The Struggles Waged By Nations Are Weak Only When They Lack Support In The Hearts Of Their Women.

Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of Love, And More Of Hate Than Love.