I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy