I Have The Knack Of Easing Scruples.

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

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

All Right-minded People Adore It; And Anyone Who Is Able To Live Without It Is Unworthy To Draw Breathe

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.