Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams

Maybe The Greatest Madness Is To See Life As It Is Rather Than What It Could Be.

The Proof Of The Pudding Is The Eating.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.