You May Have Genius. The Contrary Is,

Sweet Is The Scene Where Genial Friendship Plays The Pleasing Game Of Interchanging Praise.

Every Event That A Man Would Master Must Be Mounted On The Run, And No Man Ever Caught The Reins Of A Thought Except As It Galloped Past Him.

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.