Obedient To Constraint, I Was Compelled To

Punch A Man On The Nose, Kick An Old Man Downstairs, Shoot Somebody Or Any Old Thing Like That, That’s My Job. But Argue With Women In Love—no Thank You!

Well, As Everyone Knows, Once Witchcraft Gets Started, There's No Stopping It.

There's Only One Degree Of Freshness — The First, Which Makes It Also The Last

The Cat, Covered In Dust And Standing On Its Hind Legs, Bowed To Margarita. Round Its Neck It Was Now Wearing A Made-up White Bow Tie On An Elastic Band, With A Pair Of Ladies’ Mother-of-pearl Binoculars Hanging On A Cord. It Had Also Gilded Its Whiskers.

No One's Fate Is Of Any Interest To You Except Your Own.