An Apology For The Devil:

It Has Been Said That The Love Of Money Is The Root Of All Evil. The Want Of Money Is So Quite As Truly.

The Only Living Works Are Those Which Have Drained Much Of The Author's Own Life Into Them.

A Friend Who Cannot At A Pinch Remember A Thing Or Two That Never Happened Is As Bad As One Who Does Not Know How To Forget.

There Is No True Gracefulness Which Is Not Epitomized Goodness.

People Are Lucky And Unlucky Not According To What They Get Absolutely, But According To The Ratio Between What They Get And What They Have Been Led To Expect.