With Me Poetry Has Not Been A

If I Venture To Displace ... The Microscopical Speck Of Dust... On The Point Of My Finger,... I Have Done A Deed Which Shakes The Moon In Her Path, Which Causes The Sun To Be No Longer The Sun, And Which Alters Forever The Destiny Of Multitudinous Myriads Of Stars.

Those Who Gossip With You Will Gossip About You.

Every Poem Should Remind The Reader That They Are Going To Die.

The Nose Of A Mob Is Its Imagination. By This, At Any Time, It Can Be Quietly Led.

We Gave Him A Hearty Welcome, For There Was Nearly Half As Much Of The Entertaining As Of The Contemptible About The Man.