Cicero is dead! Cicero is born! The laughter has filled me, filled me so very completely. I am the laughter. I am the jester. The soul that has served as my constant companion for so long has breached the veil of the Void finally and forever. It is now in me. It is me. The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts - laughter incarnate!

He who has once deviated from the truth, usually commits perjury with as little scruple as he would tell a lie.

The more peculiarly his own a man's character is, the better it fits him.

We all are imbued with the love of praise.

Nothing contributes to the entertainment of the reader more, than the change of times and the vicissitudes of fortune.

When you are aspiring to the highest place, it is honorable to reach the second or even the third rank.

I prefer tongue-tied knowledge to ignorant loquacity.