If You Are Ever At A Loss

Occupation Is The Necessary Basis Of All Enjoyment.

If You Are Melancholy For The First Time, You Will Find, Upon A Little Inquiry, That Others Have Been Melancholy Many Times, And Yet Are Cheerful Now.

The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable Pleasure Of Drinking At Somebody Else's Expense

Danger For Danger's Sake Is Senseless.

The Golden Line Is Drawn Between Winter And Summer. Behind All Is Blackness And Darkness And Dissolution. Before Is Hope, And Soft Airs, And The Flowers, And The Sweet Season Of Hay; And People Will Cross The Fields, Reading Or Walking With One Another; And Instead Of The Rain That Soaks Death Into The Heart Of Green Things, Will Be The Rain Which They Drink With Delight; And There Will Be Sleep On The Grass At Midday, And Early Rising In The Morning, And Long Moonlight Evenings.