Only Among People Who Think No Evil

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.

Every Author, However Modest, Keeps A Most Outrageous Vanity Chained Like A Madman In The Padded Cell Of His Breast.

We Need Two Kinds Of Acquaintances, One To Complain To, While To The Others We Boast.

The World Is Not Unkind, And Reprobates Are Worse Than Their Reputations.

Self-respecting People Do Not Care To Peep At Their Reflections In Unexpected Mirrors, Or To See Themselves As Others See Them.