It Is Not For Minds

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

The 'good Old Times' - All Times When Old Are Good.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad. As To That Regular, Uninterrupted Love Of Writing. I Do Not Understand It. I Feel It As A Torture, Which I Must Get Rid Of, But Never As A Pleasure. On The Contrary, I Think Composition A Great Pain.

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.