Dance Well With A Woman, And She's

Sometimes Six And Six Make A Dozen, And Sometimes They Make A Mess

I Always Get What I Want In The End. And I Think I Want...ornamental Ironwork. For The Windows Of My Bedchamber.

Whether The Bear Beats The Wolf Or The Wolf Beats The Bear, The Rabbit Always Loses.

Never Gamble Without Knowing A Back Way Out.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.