A Man Who Has Never Made A

Truth Is What Every Man Sees Lurking At The Bottom Of His Own Soul, Like The Oyster Shell Housewives Put In The Kitchen Kettle To Collect The Lime From The Water. By And By Each Man's Iridescent Oyster Shell Of Truth Becomes Coated With The Lime Of Prejudice And Hearsay.

There Are A Lot Of People Who Must Have The Table Laid In The Usual Fashion Or They Will Not Enjoy The Dinner.

Life Is A Foreign Language; All Men Mispronounce It.

The Courage Of The Poet Is To Keep Ajar The Door That Leads Into Madness.

The Man Who Never In His Life Has Washed The Dishes With His Wife Or Polished Up The Silver Plate - He Still Is Largely Celibate.