I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just

Doubts Are More Cruel Than The Worst Of Truths.

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

The Greater The Obstacle, The More Glory In Overcoming It.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.