There Are People Who, Like

Happiness Is A Wine Of The Rarest Vintage, And Seems Insipid To A Vulgar Taste.

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.

Friends Such As We Desire Are Dreams And Fables, Yet We Never Quite Give Up The Hope Of Finding Them.

A Slight Touch Of Friendly Malice And Amusement Towards Those We Love Keeps Our Affections For Them From Turning Flat.

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.