I'll Try A Pagan Friend, Thought I,

...the Silent Reminiscence Of Hardships Departed, Is Sweeter Than The Presence Of Delight.

Never Joke At Funerals, Or During Business Transactions.

Who In The Rainbow Can Draw The Line Where The Violet Tint Ends And The Orange Tint Begins?

He Who Has Never Failed Somewhere, That Man Can Not Be Great.

Books, Gentlemen, Are A Species Of Men, And Introduced To Them You Circulate In The "very Best Society" That This World Can Furnish, Without The Intolerable Infliction Of "dressing" To Go Into It. In Your Shabbiest Coat And Cosiest Slippers You May Socially Chat Even With The Fastidious Earl Of Chesterfield, And Lounging Under A Tree Enjoy The Divinest Intimacy With My Late Lord Of Verulam.