Any Fool Can Waste, Any

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

Delight In The Little Things.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition

Your New-caught, Sullen Peoples, / Half-devil And Half Child.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.