It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs;

All Which Is Not Prose Is Verse; And All Which Is Not Verse Is Prose.

One Is Easily Fooled By That Which One Loves.

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

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.