Gone Before To That Unknown

Oh For A Tongue To Curse The Slave Whose Treason, Like A Deadly Blight, Comes O'er The Councils Of The Brave, And Blasts Them In Their Hour Of Might!

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

The Human Species, According To The Best Theory I Can Form Of It, Is Composed Of Two Distinct Races, The Men Who Borrow And The Men Who Lend.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.

Newspapers Always Excite Curiosity. No One Ever Puts One Down Without The Feeling Of Disappointment.