The Only Certainty Is Death.

Ale, Not Beer, In A Pewter Mug Was Comme Il Faut, The Only Thing For A Gentleman Of Letters, Worthy Of The Name, To Drink.

In Fact Living Is Dying.

There Is Only One Good Thing In Life, And That Is Love.

I Have Coveted Everything And Taken Pleasure In Nothing

And Taking Her Friend’s Hand, She Put It On Her Breast, On That Firm Round Covering Of A Woman’s Heart Which The Male Often Finds So Satisfying That He Makes No Attempt To Find What Lies Beneath It.