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We Ought Always To Conform To The Manners Of The Greater Number, And So Behave As Not To Draw Attention To Ourselves. Excess Either Way Shocks, And Every Man Truly Wise Ought To Attend To This In His Dress As Well As Language, Never To Be Affected In Anything And Follow Without Being In Too Great Haste The Changes Of Fashion.

Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We Try; And That Sweet Metal Aids The Conqueror In Every Case, In Love As Well As War.

It's True Heaven Forbids Some Pleasures, But A Compromise Can Usually Be Found.

The Smallest Errors Are Always The Best. [fr., Les Plus Courtes Erreurs Sont Toujours Les Meilleures.]

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.