Gone Before To That Unknown And Silent

I Counsel Thee, Shut Not Thy Heart, Nor Thy Library.

Here Cometh April Again, And As Far As I Can See The World Hath More Fools In It Than Ever.

I Hate A Man Who Swallows [his Food], Affecting Not To Know What He Is Eating. I Suspect His Taste In Higher Matters.

Is It A Stale Remark To Say That I Have Constantly Found The Interest Excited At A Playhouse To Bear An Exact Inverse Proportion To The Price Paid For Admission?

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.