We Never Touch But At Points.

Give Me Health And A Day, And I Will Make The Pomp Of Emperors Ridiculous.

Bring Me Wine, But Wine Which Never Grew In The Belly Of The Grape

You Shall Have Joy, Or You Shall Have Power, Said God; You Shall Not Have Both.

Some People Will Tell You There Is A Great Deal Of Poetry And Fine Sentiment In A Chest Of Tea.

A Chief Event Of Life Is The Day In Which We Have Encountered A Mind That Startled Us.