The Public Scandal Is What

I Believe That Two And Two Are Four And That Four And Four Are Eight.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

We Ought Always To Conform To The Manners Of The Greater Number, And So Behave As Not To Draw Attention To Ourselves. Excess Either Way Shocks, And Every Man Truly Wise Ought To Attend To This In His Dress As Well As Language, Never To Be Affected In Anything And Follow Without Being In Too Great Haste The Changes Of Fashion.