Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In

Sing Away Sorrow, Cast Away Care.

I Have Always Heard, Sancho, That Doing Good To Base Fellows Is Like Throwing Water Into The Sea.

By God And Upon My Conscience, Said The Devil, I Never Observed It, For My Mind Is Occupied With So Many Different Things That I Was Forgetting The Main Thing I Came About. This Demon Must Be An Honest Fellow And A Good Christian, Said Sancho; For If He Wasn't He Wouldn't Swear By God And His Conscience; I Feel Sure Now There Must Be Good Souls Even In Hell Itself.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.