Puns Are The Droppings Of

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

When The Heart Is Dry The Eye Is Dry.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.

These Are True Felicities. No Joy Beyond These Joys. Love Is The Only Ecstasy, Everything Else Weeps