What Deep Wounds Ever Closed

Divine In Hookas, Glorious In A Pipe When Tipp'd With Amber, Mellow, Rich, And Ripe;... Yet Thy True Lovers More Admire By Far Thy Naked Beauties - Give Me A Cigar!

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

There Is Something To Me Very Softening In The Presence Of A Woman, Some Strange Influence, Even If One Is Not In Love With Them, Which I Cannot At All Account For, Having No Very High Opinion Of The Sex. But Yet, I Always Feel In Better Humor With Myself And Every Thing Else, If There Is A Woman Within Ken.

Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not Worth A Nickel

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean