You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

Folk Whose Own Behavior Is Most Ridiculous Are Always To The Fore In Slandering Others.

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.

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.

The Smallest Errors Are Always The Best.

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.