The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The

A Learned Fool Is More A Fool Than An Ignorant Fool.

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.

There Is No Protection Against Slander.