To Converse With Scandal Is To Play

Delay Not Till Tomorrow To Be Wise; Tomorrow's Sun To Thee May Neve Rise.

O Ay, Letters - I Had Letters - I Am Persecuted With Letters - I Hate Letters - Nobody Knows How To Write Letters; And Yet One Has 'em, One Does Not Know Why - They Serve One To Pin Up One's Hair.

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.

Would Any Thing But A Madman Complain Of Uncertainty? Uncertainty And Expectation Are Joys Of Life; Security Is An Insipid Thing; And The Overtaking And Possessing Of A Wish Discovers The Folly Of The Chase.

Uncertainty And Expectation Are The Joys Of Life. Security Is An Insipid Thing.