He Kept At True Good Humor's Mark

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.

But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through That Which Might Have Been.

Tea, Late Dinners And The French Revolution. I Cannot Exactly See The Connection Of Ideas.

The Critic Does His Utmost To Blight Genius In Its Infancy; That Which Rises In Spite Of Him He Will Not See; And Then He Complains Of The Decline Of Literature.

Not Drunk Is He Who From The Floor - Can Rise Alone And Still Drink More; But Drunk Is They, Who Prostrate Lies, Without The Power To Drink Or Rise.