I Learned To Love Despair.

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.

Every Day Confirms My Opinion On The Superiority Of A Vicious Life, And If Virtue Is Not Its Own Reward, I Don't Know Any Other Stipend Annexed To It.

That Low Vice, Curiosity!