One Certainly Has A Soul; But How

Dead Scandals Form Good Subjects For Dissection.

Life Is Too Short For Chess.

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Of All The Horrid, Hideous Notes Of Woe, Sadder Than Owl-songs Or The Midnight Blast; Is That Portentous Phrase, "i Told You So.