Who Loses A Day Loses

Infancy Is The Perpetual Messiah, Which Comes Into The Arms Of Fallen Men, And Pleads With Them To Return To Paradise.

When A Man Does Not Write His Poetry, It Escapes By Other Vents Through Him.

It Is Better To Be A Thorn In The Side Of A Friend Than An Echo.

We Put Our Love Where We Have Put Our Labor.

The Sermon Which I Write Inquisitive Of Truth Is Good A Year After, But That Which Is Written Because A Sermon Must Be Writ Is Musty The Next Day.