Conversation Is An Evanescent Relation,--no

Test Of The Poet Is Knowledge Of Love, For Eros Is Older Than Saturn Or Jove; Never Was Poet, Of Late Or Of Yore, Who Was Not Tremulous With Love-lore.

Classics Which At Home Are Drowsily Read Have A Strange Charm In A Country Inn, Or In The Transom Of A Merchant Brig.

We Don't Grow Old. When We Cease To Grow, We Become Old.

If You Love And Serve Man, You Cannot, By Any Hiding Or Stratagem, Escape Remuneration.

Tobacco, Coffee, Alcohol, Hashish, Prussic Acid, Strychnine, Are Weak Dilutions. The Surest Poison Is Time.