If I Am Fool, It Is, At

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

All Human History Attests That Happiness For Man, - The Hungry Sinner! - Since Eve Ate Apples, Much Depends On Dinner. ~lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto Xiii, Stanza 99