Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth,

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.

Not Drunk Is He Who From The Floor - Can Rise Alone And Still Drink More; But Drunk Is They, Who Prostrate Lies, Without The Power To Drink Or Rise.

My Quarrel With Him Is, That His Works Contain Nothing Worth Quoting; And A Book That Furnishes No Quotations, Is Me Judice, No Book,—it Is A Plaything.

Tea, Late Dinners And The French Revolution. I Cannot Exactly See The Connection Of Ideas.

My Thoughts By Night Are Often Filled With Visions False As Fair: For In The Past Alone, I Build My Castles In The Air.