If We Can Only Speak To Slander

I See That A Man Cannot Give Himself Up To Drinking Without Being Miserable One Half His Days And Mad The Other.

My Cup Of Sweets Is Not Unmingled: It Is Dashed With A Bitterness That I Cannot Hide From Myself, Disguise It As I Will.

What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.

Chess-players Are So Unsociable, They Are No Company For Any But Themselves.

Life And Hope Must Cease Together.