The sinews of art and literature, like those of war, are money.
Life is not an exact science, it is an art.
Self-preservation is the first law of nature.
Virtue knows that it is impossible to get on without compromise, and tunes herself, as it were, a trifle sharp to allow for an inevitable fall in playing.
Evil is like water, it abounds, is cheap, soon fouls, but runs itself clear of taint.
Our minds want clothes as much as our bodies.