The only way of rendering life endurable is to drink as much wine as one can come by. - James Branch Cabell

...[we] has left nothing durable to signalize his stay upon this planet.

[we]eventually dies to the honest regret of [our] associates.

"And how should I know whether or not I speak the truth?" the God asked of him, "since I am but the illusion of an old woman, as you have so frequently proved by logic."

Thus he labors, and loudly they jeer at him; — That is, when they remember he still exists. <p> Who. you ask, is this fellow? — What matter names? He is only a scribbler who is content.