Laughter Is Pleasant, But The

A Book That Furnishes No Quotations, Is Me Judice, No Book, — It Is A Plaything.

But Though First Love's Impassioned Blindness Has Passed Away In Colder Light, I Still Have Thought Of You With Kindness, And Shall Do, Till Our Last Goodnight. The Ever-rolling Silent Hours Will Bring A Time We Shall Not Know, When Our Young Days Of Gathering Flowers Will Be An Hundred Years Ago.

The Juice Of The Grape Is The Liquid Quintessence Of Concentrated Sunbeams.

They Have Poisoned The Thames And Killed The Fish In The River. A Little Further Development Of The Same Wisdom And Science Will Complete The Poisoning Of The Air, And Kill The Dwellers On The Banks. I Almost Think It Is The Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

I Never Failed To Convince An Audience That The Best Thing They Could Do Was To Go Away.