He who has not an adventure has not horse or mule, so says Solomon.--Who is too adventurous, said Echephron,--loses horse and mule.
Bottle, whose Mysterious Deep Do's ten thousand Secrets keep, With attentive Ear I wait; Ease my Mind, and speak my Fate.
The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.
I do not drink more than a sponge.
When I drink, I think; and when I think, I drink.