But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through

Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

Time, The Foe Of Man's Dominion, Wheels Around In Ceaseless Flight, Scattering From His Hoary Pinion Shades Of Everlasting Night.

Marriage May Often Be A Stormy Lake, But Celibacy Is Almost Always A Muddy Horsepond.

Man Yields To Death; And Man's Sublimest Works Must Yield At Length To Time.