O The Anguish Of The Thought That

If You Are Not Proud Of Your Cellar, There Is No Thrill Of Satisfaction In Seeing Your Guest Hold Up His Wineglass To The Light And Look Judicial.

History, We Know, Is Apt To Repeat Itself.

They Say Fortune Is A Woman And Capricious. But Sometimes She Is A Good Woman, And Gives To Those Who Merit.

I Carry My Unwritten Poems In Cipher On My Face!

Fear Was Stronger Than The Calculation Of Probabilities.