Dogs Wait For Us Faithfully.

The Countenance Is The Portrait Of The Soul, And The Eyes Mark Its Intentions.

What An Ugly Beast The Ape, And How Like Us.

I Have Never Yet Known A Poet Who Did Not Think Himself Super-excellent.

There Is No One So Old As To Not Think They May Live A Day Longer.

He Who Acknowledges A Kindness Has It Still, And He Who Has A Grateful Sense Of It Has Requited It.