Oh, Happy He Who Still Hopes He

But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

There Is Nothing Insignificant In The World. It All Depends On How One Looks At It.

Everything Great And Intelligent Is In The Minority

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.