Stay Awhile That We May Make An

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.

The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The Impromptu.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.

It Is A Strange Enterprise To Make Respectable People Laugh.

Perfect Reason Flees All Extremity, And Leads One To Be Wise With Sobriety.