[dom Juan] Believes Neither In Heaven, Nor

The Maturing Process Of Becoming A Writer Is Akin To That Of A Harlot. First You Do It For Love, Then For A Few Friends, And Finally Only For Money.

Nearly All Men Die Of Their Medicines, Not Of Their Diseases.

A Laudation In Greek Is Of Marvellous Efficacy On The Title-page Of A Book.

One Can Be Well-bred And Write Bad Poetry

What A Terrible Thing To Be A Great Lord, Yet A Wicked Man.