Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!

Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.