Women Love To Be Called Cruel, Even

I Am Forced, As I Have Often Said, To Try To Make Myself Laugh, That I May Not Cry: For One Or Other I Must Do.

Angry Men Make Themselves Beds Of Nettles.

Whom We Fear More Than Love, We Are Not Far From Hating.

Sorrow Makes An Ugly Face Odious.

Friendly Satire May Be Compared To A Fine Lancet, Which Gently Breathes A Vein For Health's Sake.