Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings?

Don't Be 'consistent,' But Be Simply True.

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.

Love Is The Master Key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness.

Do Not Be Bullied Out Of Your Common Sense By The Specialist; Two To One, He Is A Pedant.

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!