Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?

Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance.

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!

Civilization Is The Process Of Reducing The Infinite To The Finite.

Learn The Sweet Magic Of A Cheerful Face.