When The Poet Died His Cat Was

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

I Would Have Preferred To Have Been Born In Any Other Time Than Our Own.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.

While Life Is In Your Body, You Have The Rein Of All Thoughts In Your Hands.

How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!