Make Us Happy And You Make Us

One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The Fools'.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

There Are Three Ways Of Learning Golf: By Study, Which Is The Most Wearisome; By Imitation, Which Is The Most Fallacious; And By Experience, Which Is The Most Bitter.

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.