Life Is Too Short For Chess.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.