So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye,

Glory, Like The Phoenix 'midst Her Fires, Exhales Her Odours, Blazes, And Expires.

Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More Than Laughter From A Dunce.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.