Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

It is good to have friends at court.