Cultivate Simplicity, Coleridge.

Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

I Conceive Disgust At These Impertinent And Misbecoming Familiarities Inscribed Upon Your Ordinary Tombstone.

For God's Sake (i Never Was More Serious) Don't Make Me Ridiculous Any More By Terming Me Gentle-hearted In Print.

I Always Arrive Late At The Office, But I Make Up For It By Leaving Early.