My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

I Should Like To Bring A Case To Trial: Prosperity Versus Beauty, Cash Registers Teetering In A Balance Against The Comfort Of The Soul.

When Trying To Explain Anything, I Usually Find That The Bible, That Great Collection Of Magnificent And Varied Poetry, Has Said It Before In The Best Possible Way.

All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords, You Can Cut, Or You Can Drug, With Words.