To Hell With The Church When It

I Was A Little Drunk. Not Drunk In Any Positive Sense But Just Enough To Be Careless.

One Cat Just Leads To Another. The Place Is So Damned Big It Doesn't Really Seem As Though There Were Many Cats Until You See Them All Moving Like A Mass Migration At Feeding Time.

My Writing Is Nothing, My Boxing Is Everything.

It Is One Thing To Be In The Proximity Of Death, To Know More Or Less What She Is, And It Is Quite Another Thing To Seek Her.

There Are Many Good Fishermen And Some Great Ones. But There Is Only One You.