He Who Bears The Brand

They Tell Me That So-and-so, Who Does Not Write Prefaces, Is No Charlatan. Well, I Am. I First Caught The Ear Of The British Public On A Cart In Hyde Park, To The Blaring Of Brass Bands,and This . . . Because . . . I Am A Natural-born Mountebank.

Those Who Understand Evil Pardon It.

He Never Does A Proper Thing Without Giving An Improper Reason For It.

If You Cannot Attain Knowledge Without Torturing A Dog, You Must Do Without Knowledge.

If You Would Stick To The Concrete, And Put Your Discoveries In The Form Of Entertaining Anecdotes About Your Adventures With Women, Your Conversation Would Be Easier To Follow.