Every Hour Has Its End.

It Is The Privilege Of Tale-tellers To Open Their Story In An Inn, The Free Rendezvous Of All Travellers, And Where The Humour Of Each Displays Itself, Without Ceremony Or Restraint.

It Was Woman That Taught Me Cruelty, And On Woman Therefore I Have Exercised It.

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.