Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

For style beyond the genius never dares.

Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away - sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.