The Squirrel Hoards Nuts And The Bee

Great Is The Art, Great Be The Manners, Of The Bard. He Shall Not His Brain Encumber With The Coil Of Rhythm And Number; But, Leaving Rule And Pale Forethought, He Shall Aye Climb For His Rhyme. "pass In, Pass In," The Angels Say

The Stupidity Of Men Always Invites The Insolence Of Power.

A Man Should Learn To Detect And Watch That Gleam Of Light Which Flashes Across His Mind From Within, More Than The Luster Of The Firmament Of Bards And Sages

The Power Men Possess To Annoy Me I Give Them By A Weak Curiosity

Whatever It Is, It's Better In The Wind.