He Has Left Off Reading

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

Damn The Age. I'll Write For Antiquity.

Philanthropy, Like Charity, Must Begin At Home.

For God's Sake (i Never Was More Serious) Don't Make Me Ridiculous Any More By Terming Me Gentle-hearted In Print.