A Man Who Will Not Die To

The More Bosom A Woman Displayed, The Less She Wanted You To Look. Openly, At Least.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.

If You Fell Head First Into A Pigsty, You'd Try To Convince Everybody You Did It On Purpose.

The Wolf May Fight The Bear But The Rabbit Always Looses

A Flapping Tongue Has Killed More Men Than Sudden Storms Ever Did.