There Is Something Inexpressibly Charming

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

...all The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill In Dancing.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Our Minds Need Relaxation, And Give Way Unless We Mix With Work A Little Play.

The Smallest Errors Are Always The Best. [fr., Les Plus Courtes Erreurs Sont Toujours Les Meilleures.]