It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.
The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.
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?
The road is long fro the project to its completion.
I prefer a pleasant vice to an annoying virtue.
Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.