Imitators Are But A Servile

Go Miser Go, For Money Sell Your Soul. Trade Wares For Wares And Trudge From Pole To Pole, So Others May Say When You Are Dead And Gone. See What A Vast Estate He Left His Son.

Discover The Opinion Of Your Enemies, Which Is Commonly The Truest; For They Will Give You No Quarter, And Allow Nothing To Complaisance.

Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.