I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind. What Is The Soul? It Is Immaterial.

Well, Something Must Be Done For May, The Time Is Drawing Nigh-- To Figure In The Catalogue, And Woo The Public Eye. Something I Must Invent And Paint; But Oh My Wit Is Not Like One Of Those Kind Substantives That Answer Who And What?

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest Thing.

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.