The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts, How Like

No One Regards What Is Before His Feet; We All Gaze At The Stars.

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So

The Idle Mind Knows Not What It Wants.