God Will Pardon Me. It Is His

Ordinarily He Was Insane, But He Had Lucid Moments When He Was Merely Stupid

It Is An Ancient Story Yet Is It Ever New.

In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Buds Were Bursting, Then In My Heart Did Love Arise. In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Birds Were Singing, Then Did I Reveal To Her My Yearning And Longing.

While We Are Indifferent To Our Good Qualities, We Keep On Deceiving Ourselves In Regard To Our Faults, Until We Come To Look On Them As Virtues.

Don't Send A Poet To London.