Adulterers, Take Warning, Never Admit.

Habit Is A Great Deadener.

The Essential Is To Go On Squirming Forever At The End Of The Line, As Long As There Are Waters And Banks And Ravening In Heaven Asporting God To Plague His Creature, Per Pro His Chosen Shits.

Life Is Habit. Or Rather Life Is A Succession Of Habits.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.