Wine And Youth Are Fire Upon Fire.

The Devil Take Me, If I Think Anything But Love To Be The Object Of Love.

To The Composition Of Novels And Romances, Nothing Is Necessary But Paper, Pens, And Ink, With The Manual Capacity Of Using Them.

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

As It Is The Nature Of A Kite To Devour Little Birds, So It Is The Nature Of Some Minds To Insult And Tyrannize Over Little People; This Being The Means Which They Use To Recompense Themselves For Their Extreme Servility And Condescension To Their Superiors; For Nothing Can Be More Reasonable Than That Slaves And Flatterers Should Exact The Same Taxes On All Below Them Which They Themselves Pay To All Above Them.

Where The Law Ends Tyranny Begins.