Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes,

Separate From The Pleasure Of Your Company, I Don't Much Care If I Never See Another Mountain In My Life.

Since All The Maids Are Good And Lovable, From Whence Come The Bad Wives?

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

The Human Species, According To The Best Theory I Can Form Of It, Is Composed Of Two Distinct Races, The Men Who Borrow And The Men Who Lend.