Death Is Hacking Away At My Address

My Taking A Seat On The Council Of The Fathers Caused A Desperate Fluttering Among My Ghosts.

Fluency Avoids Hard Thoughts.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

Cheerfulness Is A Policy; Happiness Is A Talent.

Sloth, Not Ill-will, Makes Me Unjust.