The Well Of True Wit

Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners When You Lose.

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

It Is The Devil's Masterstroke To Get Us To Accuse Him