The Butterfly, A Cabbage-white, (his Honest Idiocy

Love Is A Universal Migraine. A Bright Stain On The Vision, Blotting Out Reason.

In Love As In Sport, The Amateur Status Must Be Strictly Maintained.

Every Fairy Child May Keep Two Strong Ponies And Ten Sheep; All Have Houses, Each His Own, Built Of Brick Or Granite Stone; They Live On Cherries, They Run Wild I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child.

There's No Money In Poetry, But Then There's No Poetry In Money, Either.

I Was Thinking, "so, I’m Emperor, Am I? What Nonsense! But At Least I'll Be Able To Make People Read My Books Now.