No Matter What Everybody Says, Ultimately These

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.

Nearly All Men Die Of Their Medicines, Not Of Their Diseases.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.

No Matter What Aristotle And The Philosophers Say, Nothing Is Equal To Tobacco; It's The Passion Of The Well-bred, And He Who Lives Without Tobacco Lives A Life Not Worth Living.

You Think You Can Marry For Your Own Pleasure, Friend?