Cultivate Simplicity, Coleridge.

Trample Not On The Ruins Of A Man.

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

Who First Invented Work, And Bound The Free And Holiday-rejoicing Spirit Down . . . . To That Dry Drudgery At The Desk's Dead Wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

There Is A Pleasure In Affecting Affectation.