Custom May Lead A Man Into Many

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

What Is Commonly Called Love, Namely The Desire Of Satisfying A Voracious Appetite With A Certain Quantity Of Delicate White Human Flesh.

It Is A Trite But True Observation, That Examples Work More Forcibly On The Mind Than Precepts: And If This Be Just In What Is Odious And Blameable, It Is More Strongly So In What Is Amiable And Praiseworthy.

Some Folks Rail Against Other Folks, Because Other Folks Have What Some Folks Would Be Glad Of.

A Comic Writer Should Of All Others Be The Least Excused For Deviating From Nature, Since It May Not Be Always So Easy For A Serious Poet To Meet With The Great And The Admirable; But Life Every Where Furnishes An Accurate Observer With The Ridiculous.