Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

The Juice Of The Grape Is The Liquid Quintessence Of Concentrated Sunbeams.

But Though First Love's Impassioned Blindness Has Passed Away In Colder Light, I Still Have Thought Of You With Kindness, And Shall Do, Till Our Last Goodnight. The Ever-rolling Silent Hours Will Bring A Time We Shall Not Know, When Our Young Days Of Gathering Flowers Will Be An Hundred Years Ago.

Time, The Foe Of Man's Dominion, Wheels Around In Ceaseless Flight, Scattering From His Hoary Pinion Shades Of Everlasting Night.

There Are Two Reasons For Drinking Wine...when You Are Thirsty, To Cure It; The Other, When You Are Not Thirsty, To Prevent It... Prevention Is Better Than Cure.

Man Yields To Death; And Man's Sublimest Works Must Yield At Length To Time.