There Is Nothing Stable In The World;

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.

To The Very Last, He [napoleon] Had A Kind Of Idea; That, Namely, Of La Carrière Ouverte Aux Talents, - The Tools To Him That Can Handle Them.

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.