I Hate The Sight Of Blood, But

Nothing Is Permanent In This Wicked World - Not Even Our Troubles.

I Am Known In Parts Of The World By People Who Have Never Heard Of Jesus Christ.

I Suppose That's One Of The Ironies Of Life Doing The Wrong Thing At The Right Moment.

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Anyone Can Make Them Cry, But It Takes A Genius To Make Them Laugh.