If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

Rule Of Art: Let Half-blind Purpose Lead You.

My Parents Wanted Me To Solace Them For Sorrows They Denied Having Had.

We Sometimes Find Truth, But More Often It Finds Us.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

Fame Is Fickle, But Obscurity Is Usually Faithful To The End.