People Are All Alike In Their Promises.

Assassination's The Fastest Way.

My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For The Last Forty Years Without Knowing It.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

I Live On Good Soup, Not On Fine Words.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.