Malicious Men May Die, But

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

Malicious Tongues Spread Their Poison Abroad And Nothing Here Below Is Proof Against Them.

You Are My Peace, My Solace, My Salvation.

The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The Impromptu.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.