Tomorrow Is An Old Deceiver, And His

Sir, I Did Not Count Your Glasses Of Wine, Why Should You Number Up My Cups Of Tea?

All Intellectual Improvement Arises From Leisure.

Hope Is An Amusement Rather Than A Good, And Adapted To None But Very Tranquil Minds.

A Soldier's Time Is Passed In Distress And Danger, Or In Idleness And Corruption.

Such Are The Vicissitudes Of The World, Through All Its Parts, That Day And Night, Labor And Rest, Hurry And Retirement, Endear Each Other; Such Are The Changes That Keep The Mind In Action: We Desire, We Pursue, We Obtain, We Are Satiated; We Desire Something Else And Begin A New Pursuit.