You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

Age Brings About Everything; But It Is Not The Time, Madam, As We Know, To Be A Prude At Twenty.

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.

Everything That's Prose Isn't Verse And Everything That Isn't Verse Is Prose. Now You See What It Is To Be A Scholar!

When We Are Understood, We Always Speak Well, And Then All Your Fine Diction Serves No Purpose.

The Road Is A Long One From The Projection Of A Thing To Its Accomplishment.