The world’s as ugly as sin, And almost as delightful.

I believe that nothing completely satisfies an imaginative writer but copious and continuous draughts of unmitigated praise, always provided it is accompanied by a large and increasing sale of his works.

Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.

Vanitas vanitatum has rung in the ears Of gentle and simple for thousands of years; The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scare Either simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.

Lightly I sped when hope was high And youth beguiled the chase,-- I follow, follow still: But I Shall never see her face.

I recollect a nurse called Ann, Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up and kissed the pretty lass. She did not make the least objection. Thinks I, "Aha, When I can talk I'll tell Mama," And that's my earliest recollection.

It is a good thing to read books, and need not be a bad thing to write them, but in any case, it is a pious thing to collect them.

The world's as ugly as sin, And almost as delightful.