Nearly All Men Die Of Their Medicines,

Once You Have The Cap And Gown All You Need Do Is Open Your Mouth. Whatever Nonsense You Talk Becomes Wisdom And All The Rubbish Good Sense.

He Makes His Cook His Merit, And The World Visits His Dinners And Not Him.

I Have The Fault Of Being A Little More Sincere Than Is Proper.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

No Matter What Everybody Says, Ultimately These Things Can Harm Us Only By The Way We React To Them.