It Has Been Said That

I Never Knew A Writer Yet Who Took The Smallest Pains With His Style And Was At The Same Time Readable.

Let Us Eat And Drink Neither Forgetting Death Unduly Nor Remembering It. The Lord Hath Mercy On Whom He Will Have Mercy, Etc., And The Less We Think About It The Better.

Fear Is Static That Prevents Me From Hearing Myself.

For Truth Is Precious And Divine, Too Rich A Pearl For Carnal Swine.

Virtue Knows That It Is Impossible To Get On Without Compromise, And Tunes Herself, As It Were, A Trifle Sharp To Allow For An Inevitable Fall In Playing.