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We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Necessity, The Mother Of Invention.

Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

Women Never Really Command Until They Have Given Their Promise To Obey; And They Are Never In More Danger Of Being Made Slaves Than When The Men Are At Their Feet.