The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Nothing Is So Intolerable As A Woman With A Long Purse.

Do You Expect, Forsooth, That A Mother Will Hand Down To Her Children Principles Which Differ From Her Own?