For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed,

Sweet Is The Scene Where Genial Friendship Plays The Pleasing Game Of Interchanging Praise.

Stupidity Often Saves A Man From Going Mad.

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!

Wisdom Is The Abstract Of The Past, But Beauty Is The Promise Of The Future.

Rough Work, Iconoclasm, But The Only Way To Get At Truth.