Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal.

Hungry Hatred, Will Not Strive Against Intelligence Self-interest.

The Great Ages Did Not Contain The Best Talent, They Wasted Less.

The Usual Dog About The Town Is Much Inclined To Play The Clown.

Where Is The Life We Lost In Living?

What A Poem Means Is As Much What It Means To Others As What It Means To The Author; And Indeed, In The Course Of Time A Poet May Become Merely Reader In Respect To His Own Works, Forgetting His Original Meaning.