A Woman Smells Well When She Smells

To Ask That Which Is Unjust At The Hands Of The Just, Is An Injustice In Itself; To Expect That Which Is Just From The Unjust, Is Simple Folly.

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

Drink, Live Like The Greeks, Eat, Gorge.

It Is Wretched Business To Be Digging A Well Just As Thirst Is Mastering You.