For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

The Going Away Of Friends Does Not Make The Remainder More Precious. It Takes So Much From Them As There Was A Common Link. A. B. And C. Make A Party. A. Dies. B. Not Only Loses A. But All A.'s Part In C. C. Loses A.'s Part In B., And So The Alphabet Sickens By Subtraction Of Interchangeables.

Fly Not Yet; 't Is Just The Hour When Pleasure, Like The Midnight Flower That Scorns The Eye Of Vulgar Light, Begins To Bloom For Sons Of Night And Maids Who Love The Moon.

Literature Is A Bad Crutch, But A Good Walking-stick.