He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast.

I would forget it fain, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.

No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.

If a pig could pray, it would pray for swill. What do you pray for?

One of the strongest motives for wishing to work on yourself is the realization that you may die at any moment - only you must first realize this.

I wish the children could be taught early on that our thinking creates our experience.

because talent alone doesn't make an artist

In my case, adulthood itself was not an advance, although it was a useful waymark.

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

The powerful hold in deep remembrance an ill-timed pleasantry. [Lat., Facetiarum apud praepotentes in longum memoria est.]