A Bachelor, In My Opinion, Is Only

Music, In Even The Most Terrible Situations, Must Never Offend The Ear But Always Remain A Source Of Pleasure.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.

To Talk Well And Eloquently Is A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Is To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

Believe Me, My Sole Purpose Is To Make As Much Money As Possible; For After Good Health It Is The Best Thing To Have.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!