Though I Never Scruple A Lie To

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

There Never Was A Scandalous Tale Without Some Foundation.

There Is No Trusting Appearances.

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.

A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge.