Do Anything, Save To Lie Down And

As The Moral Gloom Of The World Overpowers All Systematic Gaiety, Even So Was Their Home Of Wild Mirth Made Desolate Amid The Sad Forest.

Happiness Is Not Found In Things You Possess, But In What You Have The Courage To Release.

Death Possesses A Good Deal, Of Real Estate, Namely, The Graveyard In Every Town.

The Only Sensible Ends Of Literature Are, First, The Pleasurable Toil Of Writing; Second, The Gratification Of One's Family And Friends; And Lastly, The Solid Cash.

Accuracy Is Twin Brother To Honesty, And Inaccuracy To Dishonesty.