In The Night All Cats Are Gray.

If You Are Ambitious Of Climbing Up To The Difficult, And In A Manner Inaccessible, Summit Of The Temple Of Fame, Your Surest Way Is To Leave On One Hand The Narrow Path Of Poetry, And Follow The Narrower Track Of Knight-errantry, Which In A Trice May Raise You To An Imperial Throne.

I Have Other Fish To Fry.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

Love And War Are The Same Thing, And Stratagems And Policy Are As Allowable In The One As In The Other.

Since We Have A Good Loaf, Let Us Not Look For Cheesecakes.