Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth, Thy Glory, And Thy Name Are His.

Tea, Late Dinners And The French Revolution. I Cannot Exactly See The Connection Of Ideas.

Time, The Foe Of Man's Dominion, Wheels Around In Ceaseless Flight, Scattering From His Hoary Pinion Shades Of Everlasting Night.

Clouds On Clouds, In Volumes Driven, Curtain Round The Vault Of Heaven.

I Never Failed To Convince An Audience That The Best Thing They Could Do Was To Go Away.