Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!

The Sea Drowns Out Humanity And Time. It Has No Sympathy With Either, For It Belongs To Eternity; And Of That It Sings Its Monotonous Song Forever And Ever.

Do Not Be Bullied Out Of Your Common Sense By The Specialist; Two To One, He Is A Pedant.

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?

Leverage Is Everything-don't Begin To Pry Until You've Got The Long Arm On Your Side.