'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

There Is Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

I Die But First I Have Possessed, And Come What May, I Have Been Blessed.

[my Advice] Will One Day Be Found With Other Relics Of 'a Former World,' When This World Shall Be Former, Underground, Thrown Topsy-turvy, Twisted, Crisped, And Curled, Baked, Fried Or Burnt, Turned Inside-out, Or Drowned, Like All The Worlds Before, Which Have Been Hurled First Out Of, And Then Back Again To Chaos, The Superstratum Which Will Overlay Us.