A Babe Is Fed With Milk And

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been, And Must Wait Upon The Tedious Shores Of Lethe Millions Of Ages Before We Have Existence, And A Name.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.

Shut Not Thy Purse-strings Always Against Painted Distress.

Man Is A Gaming Animal.

Cultivate Simplicity Or Rather Should I Say Banish Elaborateness, For Simplicity Springs Spontaneous From The Heart.