And When Once The Young Heart Of

The Good Things Of Life Are Not To Be Had Singly, But Come To Us With A Mixture; Like A School-boy's Holiday, With A Task Affixed To The Tail Of It.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.

I Ask And Wish Not To Appear More Beauteous, Rich Or Gay: Lord, Make Me Wiser Every Year, And Better Every Day.