The Word Poet Literally Means Maker: Anything

Critical Lice Are Like Body Lice, Which Desert Corpses To Seek The Living.

White Men Should Exhibit The Same Insensibility To Moral Tortures That Red Men Do To Physical Torments.

The Cat Is A Dilettante In Fur.

No One Is Truly Dead Until They Are No Longer Loved.

The Years I Have Squandered In Puerile Excitement, In Going Hither And Thither, In Seeking To Force Nature And Time, I Ought To Have Spent In Solitude And Meditation, In Endeavoring To Make Myself Worthy Of Being Loved.