I find medicine is the best of all trades because whether you do any good or not you still. Get your money.

Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.

The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?

I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.