Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?

And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.