It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

Some Of The Most Famous Books Are The Least Worth Reading. Their Fame Was Due To Their Having Done Something That Needed To Be Doing In Their Day. The Work Is Done And The Virtue Of The Book Has Expired.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The Impromptu.

Oh, I May Be Devout, But I Am Human All The Same.