I Can't Forgive My Friends For Dying;

Every Author, However Modest, Keeps A Most Outrageous Vanity Chained Like A Madman In The Padded Cell Of His Breast.

He Who Goes Against The Fashion Is Himself Its Slave

What Is More Mortifying Than To Feel That You Have Missed The Plum For Want Of Courage To Shake The Tree?

If You Are Losing Your Leisure, Look Out! You Are Losing Your Soul.

Fine Writers Should Split Hairs Together, And Sit Side By Side, Like Friendly Apes, To Pick The Fleas From Each Others Fur.