I Am As Comfortless As

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.

Divine In Hookas, Glorious In A Pipe When Tipp'd With Amber, Mellow, Rich, And Ripe;... Yet Thy True Lovers More Admire By Far Thy Naked Beauties - Give Me A Cigar!

This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands, Of Hope To Rise, Or Fear To Fall; Lord Of Himself, Though Not Of Lands, And Leaving Nothing, Yet Hath All.