It Is Perfectly Easy To Be Original

Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An Eminently Contagious One.

There Is A Little Plant Called Reverence In The Corner Of My Soul's Garden, Which I Love To Have Watered Once A Week.

Young Men Know The Rules, But Old Men Know The Exceptions.

There Is In All Men A Demand For The Superlative, So Much So That The Poor Devil That Has No Other Way Of Reaching It Attains It By Getting Drunk.

For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons Roll Who Bears Eternal Summer In His Soul.