The Grape Becomes Tinted From The Grape

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Men Who Ape The Saint And Play The Sinner.

The Itch Of Scribbling.

Some Men Make Money Not For The Sake Of Living, But Ache In The Blindness Of Greed And Live Just For Their Fortune's Sake.

Nothing Is More Audacious Than These Women When Detected; They Assume Anger, And Take Courage From The Very Crime Itself.