The World Is A Bundle

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

The Very Best Of Vineyards Is The Cellar

Oh, Talk Not To Me Of A Name Great In Story; The Days Of Our Youth Are The Days Of Our Glory; And The Myrtle And Ivy Of Sweet Two-and-twenty Are Worth All Your Laurels, Though Ever So Plenty.

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.