Marriage Indeed May Qualify The Fury Of

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.

Uncertainty And Expectation Are The Joys Of Life. Security Is An Insipid Thing.