Nothing Can Be Fairer, Or More Noble,

The Scandal Of The World Is What Makes The Offence; It Is Not Sinful To Sin In Silence.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Ah! How Annoying That The Law Doesn't Allow A Woman To Change Husbands Just As One Does Shirts.

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

The Proof Of True Love Is To Be Unsparing In Criticism.