It Infuriates Me To Be

Each Day My Reason Tells Me So; But Reason Doesn't Rule In Love, You Know.

Great Is The Fortune Of He Who Possesses A Good Bottle, A Good Book, And A Good Friend.

He Must Have Killed A Lot Of Men To Have Made So Much Money.

Gold Makes The Ugly Beautiful.

I Maintain, In Truth, That With A Smile We Should Instruct Our Youth, Be Very Gentle When We Have To Blame, And Not Put Them In Fear Of Virtue's Name.