Oh, How Fine It Is To Know

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

Once You Have The Cap And Gown All You Need Do Is Open Your Mouth. Whatever Nonsense You Talk Becomes Wisdom And All The Rubbish Good Sense.

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.

He Makes His Cook His Merit, And The World Visits His Dinners And Not Him.

If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If Every Heart Were Just, Frank, Kindly, The Other Virtues Would Be Well-nigh Useless.