Let Us Live For The Beauty Of

I Hate A Man Who Swallows [his Food], Affecting Not To Know What He Is Eating. I Suspect His Taste In Higher Matters.

Man Is A Gaming Animal. He Must Always Be Trying To Get The Better In Something Or Other.

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.

A Garden Was The Primitive Prison, Till Man With Promethean Felicity And Boldness, Luckily Sinned Himself Out Of It.

Who First Invented Work, And Bound The Free And Holiday-rejoicing Spirit Down . . . . To That Dry Drudgery At The Desk's Dead Wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!