To Be Occasionally Quoted Is The Only

A Poem Round And Perfect As A Star.

God Has Thickly Strewn Infinity With Grandeur.

Fame Is But An Inscription On A Grave, And Glory The Melancholy Blazon On A Coffin Lid.

A Man Can Bear A World's Contempt When He Has That Within Which Says He's Worthy. When He Contemns Himself, There Burns The Hell.

Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.