Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!