Sleep Is Lovely, Death Is Better Still,

He Only Profits From Praise Who Values Criticism.

The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Discovered.

The Night Comes Stealing O'er Me, And Clouds Are On The Sea; While The Wavelets Rustle Before Me With A Mystical Melody.

Laughter Is Wholesome. God Is Not So Dull As Some People Make Out. Did Not He Make The Kitten To Chase Its Tail.

Whenever Books Are Burned, Men Also In The End Are Burned.