Ah! Devout Though I May Be, I

It Infuriates Me To Be Wrong When I Know I'm Right.

There's Nothing Quite Like Tobacco: It's The Passion Of Decent Folk, And Whoever Lives Without Tobacco Doesn't Deserve To Live.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush. [fr., L'innocence A Rougir N'est Point Accoutumee.]

You Are My Peace, My Solace, My Salvation.

[dom Juan] Believes Neither In Heaven, Nor The Saints, Nor God, Nor The Werewolf.