Dance, Dance, Dance Till You Drop.

We Must Love One Another Or Die

Recipe For The Upbringing Of A Poet: 'as Much Neurosis As The Child Can Bear.

Learn From Your Dreams What You Lack.

How Happy The Lot Of The Mathematician. He Is Judged Solely By His Peers, And The Standard Is So High That No Colleague Or Rival Can Ever Win A Reputation He Does Not Deserve.

In Addition To English, At Least One Ancient Language, Probably Greek Or Hebrew, And Two Modern Languages Would Be Required.