The Secret To Fencing Consists In Two

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.

Gold Makes The Ugly Beautiful.

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

To Create A Public Scandal Is What's Wicked; To Sin In Private Is Not A Sin.

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.