A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't

The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself Than During His Sober Intervals.

My Only Books Were Woman's Looks,- And Folly 's All They 've Taught Me.

Not If I Know Myself At All.

Some People Have A Knack Of Putting Upon You Gifts Of No Real Value, To Engage You To Substantial Gratitude. We Thank Them For Nothing.

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.