Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth,

Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth, Thy Glory, And Thy Name Are His.

I Never Failed To Convince An Audience That The Best Thing They Could Do Was To Go Away.

My Quarrel With Him Is, That His Works Contain Nothing Worth Quoting; And A Book That Furnishes No Quotations, Is Me Judice, No Book,—it Is A Plaything.

Man Yields To Death; And Man's Sublimest Works Must Yield At Length To Time.

... Where The Greeks Had Modesty, We Have Cant; Where They Had Poetry, We Have Cant; Where They Had Patriotism, We Have Cant; Where They Had Anything That Exalts, Delights, Or Adorns Humanity, We Have Nothing But Cant, Cant, Cant.