The Idle Mind Knows Not What It

A Sure Friend Is Known In Unsure Circumstances.

Whom Men Fear They Hate, And Whom They Hate, They Wish Dead.

The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts, How Like To Us.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.