We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

Now Blessings Light On Him That First Invented This Same Sleep. It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak.

There's No Love Lost Between Us.

Wit And Humor Belong To Genius Alone.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

Controlling My Temper Is Important, ... Sometimes It's Hard, But I Try.