One Can Be Well-bred And

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.

What A Terrible Thing To Be A Great Lord, Yet A Wicked Man.

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.

There Is No Rampart That Will Hold Out Against Malice.