The Only Thing I Envy In Young

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

A General And A Bit Of Shooting Makes You Forget Your Troubles ... It Takes Your Mind Off The Cost Of Living.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

I'm A Drinker With A Writing Problem.

The Sun Was In Mind To Come Out But Having A Look At The Weather It Was In Lost Heart And Went Back Again.