For my part, if a man must needs be a knave I would have him a debonair knave… It makes your sin no worse as I conceive, to do it à la mode and stylishly.

His foe was folly and his weapon wit.

Ah! but a man cannot be held to write down in cold blood the wild and black thoughts that storm his brain when an uncontrolled passion has battered a breach for them. Yet, unless he...

I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one’s income is ever quite sufficient, you know).