Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

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?

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean