Write For Pleasure And Publish For Money.

I've Lived To Bury My Desires And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust Now All That's Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust. Struck By The Clouds Of Cruel Fate My Crown Of Summer Bloom Is Sere Alone And Sad, I Watch And Wait And Wonder If The End Is Near. As Conquered By The Last Cold Air When Winter Whistles In The Wind Alone Upon A Branch That's Bare A Trembling Leaf Is Left Behind.

Inspiration Is Needed In Geometry, Just As Much As In Poetry.

A Man Who's Active And Incisive Can Yet Keep Nail-care Much In Mind: Why Fight What's Known To Be Decisive? Custom Is Despot Of Mankind.

I Have Outlasted All Desire, My Dreams And I Have Grown Apart; My Grief Alone Is Left Entire, The Gleamings Of An Empty Heart. The Storms Of Ruthless Dispensation Have Struck My Flowery Garland Numb, I Live In Lonely Desolation And Wonder When My End Will Come. Thus On A Naked Tree-limb, Blasted By Tardy Winter's Whistling Chill, A Single Leaf Which Has Outlasted Its Season Will Be Trembling Still.

Thank You, Darling, For Learning To Play Chess. It Is An Absolute Necessity For Any Well Organized Family. (in A Letter To His Wife)