Really To Sin You Have To Be

Really To Sin You Have To Be Serious About It.

Poetry Is To Hold Judgment On Your Soul.

Money May Be The Husk Of Many Things But Not The Kernel. It Brings You Food, But Not Appetite; Medicine, But Not Health; Acquaintance, But Not Friends; Servants, But Not Loyalty; Days Of Joy, But Not Peace Or Happiness.

Labor And Trouble One Can Always Get Through Alone, But It Takes Two To Be Glad.

I Go To Scale The Future's Possibilities! Farewell!