Christmas Is The Glorious Time Of Great

The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable Pleasure Of Drinking At Somebody Else's Expense

Night's Deepest Gloom Is But A Calm; That Soothes The Weary Mind: The Labored Days Restoring Balm; The Comfort Of Mankind.

One Can Love Any Man That Is Generous.

I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally Against Sorrow And The Weather.

Green Little Vaulter, In The Sunny Grass, Catching Your Heart Up At The Feel Of June, Sole Noise That's Heard Amidst The Lazy Noon, When Ev'n The Bees Lag At The Summoning Brass.