It Takes More Than A Wise Man

To Laughter! The Bright Coinage Of The Bank Of Good Will.

Satiety Is A Mongrel That Barks At The Heels Of Plenty.

A Fool Bolts Pleasure, Then Complains Of Moral Indigestion.

Brew Me A Cup For A Winter's Night. For The Wind Howls Loud And The Furies Fight; Spice It With Love And Stir It With Care, And I'll Toast Our Bright Eyes, My Sweetheart Fair.

There Never Was A Woman Who Did Not Prefer An Oblique Compliment To A Straight Truth - If The Latter Were Unflattering.