"True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read; and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it." --Pliny

"Poetry is the sister of sorrow; every man that suffers and weeps, is a poet; every tear is a verse; and every heart, a poem." --Andre

Ode on Solitude

"I. How happy he, who free from care

The rage of courts, and noise of towns;

Contented breathes his native air,

In his own grounds.

II. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire,

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire.

III. Blest! who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years slide swift away,

In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

IV. Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mix'd; sweet recreation,

And innocence, which most does please,

With meditation.

V. Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie."

--Alexander Pope