The Sea Is Flowing Ever,

The Miller Imagines That The Corn Grows Only To Make His Mill Turn.

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

Why Look For Conspiracy When Stupidity Can Explain So Much

As Soon As You Are In A Social Setting, You Better Take Away The Key To The Lock Of Your Heart And Pocket It; Those Who Leave Thekey In The Lock Are Fools.

Hatred Is Partial, But Love Is Still More So.