Let Him That Is Without

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

Half The World Is Composed Of People Who Have Something To Say And Can't, And The Other Half Who Have Nothing To Say And Keep On Saying It.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose, And The Pear Is, And So's The Plum, I Suppose. The Dear Only Knows What Will Next Prove A Rose. You, Of Course, Are A Rose - But Were Always A Rose.