In A Bowl To Sea Went Wise

Marriage May Often Be A Stormy Lake, But Celibacy Is Almost Always A Muddy Horsepond.

My Thoughts By Night Are Often Filled With Visions False As Fair: For In The Past Alone, I Build My Castles In The Air.

The Juice Of The Grape Is The Liquid Quintessence Of Concentrated Sunbeams.

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

They Have Poisoned The Thames And Killed The Fish In The River. A Little Further Development Of The Same Wisdom And Science Will Complete The Poisoning Of The Air, And Kill The Dwellers On The Banks. I Almost Think It Is The Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.