The Word Is The Verb, And The

I'd Rather Be Hissed At For A Good Verse, Than Applauded For A Bad One.

Idleness Is A Mother. She Has A Son, Robbery, And A Daughter, Hunger.

Have No Fear Of Robbers Or Murderers. They Are External Dangers, Petty Dangers. We Should Fear Ourselves. Prejudices Are The Real Robbers; Vices The Real Murderers. The Great Dangers Are Within Us. Why Worry About What Threatens Our Heads Or Our Purses? Let Us Think Instead Of What Threatens Our Souls.

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.