Although I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.
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.
Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
To find yourself jilted is a blow to your pride. Do your best to forget it and if you don't succeed, at least pretend to.
Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.