Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

A Good Deal Of Philanthropy Arises In General From Mere Vanity And Love Of Distinction Gilded Over To Others And To Themselves With Some Show Of Benevolent Sentiment.

From My Experience, Not One In Twenty Marries The First Love; We Build Statues Of Snow And Weep To See Them Melt.

A Glass Of Good Wine Is A Gracious Creature, And Reconciles Poor Mortality To Itself And That Is What Few Things Can Do.

Never Was Flattery Lost On A Poet's Ear; A Simple Race, They Waste Their Toil For The Vain Tribute Of A Smile.