When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk

The First Inventions Of Commerce Are, Like Those Of All Other Arts, Cunning And Short-sighted.

But As In Wailing There's Nought Availing, And Death Unfailing Will Strike The Blow, Then For That Reason, And For A Season, Let Us Be Merry Before We Go.

I Have Never Yet Heard Of A Murderer Who Was Not Afraid Of A Ghost.

Madame De Stael Talks Herself Into A Beauty.

Evil Prospers When Good Men Do Nothing.