Not If I Know Myself At All.

For God's Sake (i Never Was More Serious) Don't Make Me Ridiculous Any More By Terming Me Gentle-hearted In Print.

Philanthropy, Like Charity, Must Begin At Home.

Fly Not Yet; 't Is Just The Hour When Pleasure, Like The Midnight Flower That Scorns The Eye Of Vulgar Light, Begins To Bloom For Sons Of Night And Maids Who Love The Moon.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.