This Is The Age Of

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.

Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More Than Laughter From A Dunce.

O Gold! I Still Prefer Thee Unto Paper, Which Makes Bank Credit Like A Bark Of Vapour.

Never To Talk To Ones Self Is A Form Of Hypocrisy

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.