Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old

There's No Art Where There's No Fee.

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us! The Poet Was Right: Can't Live With Them, Or Without Them!

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

You Will Never Make The Crab Walk Straight.

Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until Thou Hast Heard What Both Have To Say.