Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
Those they praise, but they read the others.
Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.