One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of

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.

Those Whose Conduct Gives Room For Talk Are Always The First To Attack Their Neighbors.

I Would Like To Be Like My Father And All The Rest Of My Ancestors Who Never Married.

People Can Be Induced To Swallow Anything, Provided It Is Sufficiently Seasoned With Praise.

It Is Not Only For What We Do That We Are Held Responsible, But Also For What We Do Not Do.