You Only Die Once, But You Will

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.

I Will Maintain It Before The Whole World.

Although I Am A Pious Man, I Am Not The Less A Man.

Birth Is Nothing Where Virtue Is Not

We Are Easily Duped By Those We Love.