If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.

Most amusements only mean trying to win another person's money.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.