So I became a newspaperman. I hated to do it but I couldnt find honest employment.
The report of my death was an exaggeration.
All my life I have been honest-comparatively honest. I could never use money I had not made honestly-I could only lend it.
The less a man knows the bigger the noise he makes and the higher the salary he commands.
You can tell German wine from vinegar by the label.
Who is this Renaissance? Where did he come from? Who gave him permission to cram the Republic with his execrable daubs?