War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even

Think Not I Am What I Appear.

I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics; And That Probably Arises From My Indifference To The Subject Altogether.

I Should, Many A Good Day, Have Blown My Brains Out, But For The Recollection That It Would Have Given Pleasure To My Mother-in-law.

I Learned To Love Despair.

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.