I never think when I write. Nobody can do two things at the same time >>
now and then there is a person born who is so unlucky that he runs int >>
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand >>
He who comes for the inheritance is often made to pay for the funeral. >>
My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my >>
Die and endow a college or a cat. >>
We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.