Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!

The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.