Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

I Only Appear To Be Dead.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.

To Be Born In A Duck's Nest, In A Farmyard, Is Of No Consequence To A Bird, If It Is Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.