Take All The Pleasures Of

The Laws Of Pluto's Kingdom Know Small Difference Between King And Cobbler, Manager And Call-boy; And, If Haply Your Dates Of Life Were Conterminant, You Are Quietly Taking Your Passage, Cheek By Cheek (o Ignoble Levelling Of Death) With The Shade Of Some Recently Departed Candle-snuffer.

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

The Cheerful Sabbath Bells, Wherever Heard, Strike Pleasant On The Sense, Most Like The Voice Of One, Who From The Far-off Hills Proclaims Tidings Of Good To Zion.

How I Like To Be Liked, And What I Do To Be Liked!

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.