The Only Thing Grief Has Taught Me

The Etymologist Finds The Deadest Word To Have Been Once A Brilliant Picture. Language Is Fossil Poetry. As The Limestone Of The Continent Consists Of Infinite Masses Of The Shells Of Animalcules, So Language Is Made Up Of Images Or Tropes, Which Now, In Their Secondary Use, Have Long Ceased To Remind Us Of Their Poetic Origin.

Often A Certain Abdication Of Prudence And Foresight Is An Element Of Success.

Genius Borrows Nobly.

Whenever You Are Sincerely Pleased You Are Nourished.

Postpone Not Your Life.