I Leave My Character Behind Me.

Sheer Necessity,-the Proper Parent Of An Art So Nearly Allied To Invention.

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its Own Integrity Is Ever Slow To Credit Another´s Treachery.

Prudence, Like Experience, Must Be Paid For.