Tyranny Is Far The Worst Of Treasons.

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

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

Parting Day Dies Like The Dolphin, Whom Each Pang Imbues With A New Colour As It Gasps Away, The Last Still Loveliest, Till-'t Is Gone, And All Is Gray.

The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will Never Keep Down A Single Petticoat.