Our Salvation Is In Work, But Let

It Is Quiet Here And Restful And The Air Is Delicious. There Are Gardens Everywhere And Police Spies Lie In The Bushes. There Are Nightingales In Every Garden, But Police Spies Only In Mine, I Think. They Sit Under My Windows In The Darkness Of The Night And Try To Get A Glimpse Of How I Spread Sedition In Russia.

When A Woman Gets Married It Is Like Jumping Into A Hole In The Ice In The Middle Of Winter: You Do It Once And You Remember It The Rest Of Your Days.

Writers Build Castles In The Air, The Reader Lives Inside, And The Publisher Inns The Rent.

All Human Beings Have Gray Little Souls-and They All Want To Rouge Them Up.

But I'm Not To Be Caught With Such Poor Bait! I'm A Big Fish, I Am.