'therefore' Is A Word The Poet Must

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.

To Win Ones Joy Through Struggle Is Better Than To Yield To Melancholy.

Envying Another Man's Happiness Is Madness; You Wouldn't Know What To Do With It If You Had It.

The Thing I Am Most Aware Of Is My Limits. And This Is Natural; For I Never, Or Almost Never, Occupy The Middle Of My Cage; My Whole Being Surges Toward The Bars.

When You Have Nothing To Say, Or To Hide, There Is No Need To Be Prudent.