All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar

To Sigh, Yet Feel No Pain; To Weep, Yet Scarce Know Why; To Sport An Hour With Beauty's Chain, Then Throw It Idly By.

Not Childhood Alone, But The Young Man Till Thirty, Never Feels Practically That He Is Mortal.

In Every Thing That Relates To Science, I Am A Whole Encyclopaedia Behind The Rest Of The World.

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

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.