What Humbugs We Are, Who Pretend To

Most People Sell Their Souls, And Live With A Good Conscience On The Proceeds.

Happiness Is A Wine Of The Rarest Vintage, And Seems Insipid To A Vulgar Taste.

If You Want To Be Thought A Liar, Always Tell The Truth

Every Author, However Modest, Keeps A Most Outrageous Vanity Chained Like A Madman In The Padded Cell Of His Breast.

People Have A Right To Be Shocked; The Mention Of Unmentionable Things Is A Kind Of Participation In Them.