When We Are Asleep, We Are All

Every Dog Has His Day.

Let Us Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

A Bad Year And A Bad Month To All The Backbiting Bitches In The World!.

Oh Senor" Said The Niece. "your Grace Should Send Them To Be Burned (books), Just Like All The Rest, Because It's Very Likely That My Dear Uncle, Having Been Cured Of The Chivalric Disease, Will Read These And Want To Become A Shepherd And Wander Through The Woods And Meadows Singing And Playing And, What Would Be Even Worse, Become A Poet, And That, They Say, Is An Incurable And Contagious Disease.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.