Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

A Pun Is Not Bound By The Laws Which Limit Nicer Wit. It Is A Pistol Let Off At The Ear; Not A Feather To Tickle The Intellect.

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been, And Must Wait Upon The Tedious Shores Of Lethe Millions Of Ages Before We Have Existence, And A Name.

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.