Be prepared to go mad with fixed rule and method.

Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

I am doubting what to do.

Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.

It is said that the propriety even of old Cato often yielded to the exciting influence of the grape.

Poets wish to profit or to please.

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.