Moralists Love To Discourse On The Hollowness

No Need To Be Sentimental To Mourn The Loss Of Paradise.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

The Hysterical Find Too Much Significance In Things. The Depressed Find Too Little.

Some Subjects Come Up Suddenly In Our Speech And Cannot Be Silenced.