God! How Men Of Letters Are Stupid.

I Have So Often Been Mistaken That I No Longer Blush For It

We Live And Die In The Midst Of Marvels.

Independence, Like Honor, Is A Rocky Island, Without A Beach.

There Are Two Kinds Of Fidelity, That Of Dogs And That Of Cats; You, Gentleman, Have The Fidelity Of Cats Who Never Leave The House.

Great Men Are Meteors, Consuming Themselves To Light The World