Everything That's Prose Isn't Verse And Everything

Birth Means Nothing Where There Is No Virtue.

Ah, There Are No Longer Any Children!

We Always Speak Well When We Manage To Be Understood.

I Prefer An Interesting Vice To A Virtue That Bores.

No Reason Makes It Right To Shun Accepted Ways From Stubborn Spite; And We May Better Join The Foolish Crowd Than Cling To Wisdom, Lonely Though Unbowed.