Much Have I Travell'd In The Realms

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

How I Like Claret!...it Fills One's Mouth With A Gushing Freshness, Then Goes Down To Cool And Feverless; Then, You Do Not Feel It Quarrelling With One's Liver. No; 'tis Rather A Peace-maker, And Lies As Quiet As It Did In The Grape. Then It Is As Fragrant As The Queen Bee, And The More Ethereal Part Mounts Into The Brain, Not Assaulting The Cerebral Apartments, Like A Bully Looking For His Trull, And Hurrying From Door To Door, Bouncing Against The Wainscott, But Rather Walks Like Aladdin About His Enchanted Palace, So Gently That You Do Not Feel His Step.