A Friend Who Loved Perfection Would Be

If You Want To Be Thought A Liar, Always Tell The Truth

I Can't Forgive My Friends For Dying; I Don't Find These Vanishing Acts Of Theirs At All Amusing.

Don't Tell Friends Their Social Faults; They Will Cure The Fault And Never Forgive You.

Every Author, However Modest, Keeps A Most Outrageous Vanity Chained Like A Madman In The Padded Cell Of His Breast.

He Who Goes Against The Fashion Is Himself Its Slave