Everyone Has A Right To His Own

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

It Is A Long Road From Conception To Completion.

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.

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