A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

One hates an author that's all author.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!