Accident Is Veiled Necessity.

Wit Is An Intermittent Fountain; Kindness Is A Perennial Spring.

The Little Bit Of Truth Contained In Many A Lie Is What Makes Them So Terrible.

To Have And Not To Give Is Often Worse Than To Steal.

We Ask The Poet: 'what Subject Have You Chosen?' Instead Of: 'what Subject Has Chosen You?

We Are Valued Wither Too Highly Or Not High Enough; We Are Never Taken At Our Real Worth.