What Is The Robbing Of A Bank

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First The Grub, Then The Morals.

The Human Race Tends To Remember The Abuses To Which It Has Been Subjected Rather Than The Endearments. What's Left Of Kisses? Wounds, However, Leave Scars.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

Even Hatred Of Vileness Distorts A Mans Features.