I Wish To Write Such Rhymes As

Neither You Nor The World Knows What You Can Do Until You Have Tried.

Genius Is The Power To Labor Better And More Availably. Deserve Thy Genius: Exalt It.

Language Is A City To The Building Of Which Every Human Being Brought A Stone.

Man Is Timid And Apologetic; He Is No Longer Upright; He Dares Not Say "i Think," "i Am," But Quotes Some Saint Or Sage.

Surely Nobody Would Be A Charlatan, Who Could Afford To Be Sincere.