Of All The Noises Known To Man,

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

I Want To Be Distinguished From The Rest; To Tell The Truth, A Friend To All Mankind Is Not A Friend For Me.

True, Heaven Prohibits Certain Pleasures; But One Can Generally Negotiate A Compromise.

It Is A Folly Second To None; To Try To Improve The World.

Those Whose Conduct Gives Room For Talk Are Always The First To Attack Their Neighbors.