My Quarrel With Him Is, That His

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

Seamen Three! What Men Be Ye? Gotham's Three Wise Men We Be. Whither In Your Bowl So Free? To Rake The Moon From Out The Sea. The Bowl Goes Trim. The Moon Doth Shine, And Our Ballast Is Old Wine.

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

Marriage May Often Be A Stormy Lake, But Celibacy Is Almost Always A Muddy Horsepond.

There Are Two Reasons For Drinking Wine...when You Are Thirsty, To Cure It; The Other, When You Are Not Thirsty, To Prevent It... Prevention Is Better Than Cure.