For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons

A River Is More Than An Amenity, It Is A Treasure.

When A Man Holds His Tongue It Does Not Signify Much. But When A Woman Dispenses With The Office Of The Mighty Member, When She Sheathed Her Natural Weapon At A Trying Moment, It Means That She Trusts To Still More Formidable Enginery; To Tears It May Be, A Solvent More Powerful Than That With Which Hannibal Softened The Alpine Rocks.

Men Are Idolaters, And Want Something To Look At And Kiss And Hug, Or Throw Themselves Down Before; They Always Did, They Always Will; And If You Don't Make It Of Wood, You Must Make It Of Words.

For My Part I Think It Is A Less Evil That Some Criminals Should Escape, Than That The Government Should Play An Ignoble Part.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.