There Is No Such Sport As Sport

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape.

Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My Flowery Bed?

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.