The Secret To Fencing Consists In Two

Nothing Can Be Fairer, Or More Noble, Than The Holy Fervor Of True Zeal.

Anyone May Be An Honorable Man, And Yet Write Verse Badly.

Age Brings About Everything; But It Is Not The Time, Madam, As We Know, To Be A Prude At Twenty.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.