Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
There’s naught no doubt so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
The heart will break but broken live on.
The great art of life is sensation to feel that we exist even in pain.
Sorrow is knowledge those that know the most must mourn the deepest the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Society is now one polished horde formed of two mighty tries the Bores and Bored.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Opinions are made to be changed – or how is truth to be got at?
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust straw and feathers.