Sometimes At The Best Moments A Single

When In Turkey, Do As The Turkeys Do.

Love Passes Quickly, And Passes Like A Street Arab, Anxious To Mark His Way With Mischief.

Thought Is A Key To All Treasures; The Miser's Gains Are Ours Without His Cares. Thus I Have Soared Above This World, Where My Enjoyments Have Been Intellectual Joys.

Today Nobility Is Gone: There Is Only A Peerage.

In Paris, When Certain People See You Ready To Set Your Foot In The Stirrup, Some Pull Your Coat-tails, Others Loosen The Buckle Of The Strap That You May Fall And Crack Your Skull; One Wrenches Off Your Horse's Shoes, Another Steals Your Whip, And The Least Treacherous Of Them All Is The Man Whom You See Coming To Fire His Pistol At You Point Blank.