All that we know is$$$ nothing can be known.

Happiness was born a twin.

Society is now one polish'd horde$$$ Form'd of two mighty tribes$$$ the Bores and Bored.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Man$$$ being reasonable$$$ must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

Let us have wine and women$$$ mirth and laughter$$$ sermons and soda water the day after.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star$$$ twixt night and morn$$$ upon the horizon's verge.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

Death$$$ so called$$$ is a thing which makes men weep$$$ and yet a third of life is passed in sleep.