We Are All Mortals, And Each Is

The Smallest Errors Are Always The Best. [fr., Les Plus Courtes Erreurs Sont Toujours Les Meilleures.]

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

Assassination's The Fastest Way.

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

The Defects Of Human Nature Afford Us Opportunities Of Exercising Our Philosophy, The Best Employment Of Our Virtues. If All Men Were Righteous, All Hearts True And Frank And Loyal, What Use Would Our Virtues Be?