Grammar, Which Knows How To Lord It

There's Nothing Quite Like Tobacco: It's The Passion Of Decent Folk, And Whoever Lives Without Tobacco Doesn't Deserve To Live.

All The Ills Of Mankind, All The Tragic Misfortunes That Fill The History Books, All The Political Blunders, All The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill At Dancing.

One Can Be Well-bred And Write Bad Poetry

We Are All Mortals, And Each Is For Himself.

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.