Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

I Have Gone Through The Most Terrible Affair That Could Possibly Happen; Only Imagine, My Shadow Has Gone Mad; I Suppose Such A Poor, Shallow Brain, Could Not Bear Much; He Fancies That He Has Become A Real Man, And That I Am His Shadow.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.

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.

Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.