I Do Not Believe In Any Religion,

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods, There Is Rapture In The Lonely Shore, There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar; I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.