People may say what they like about the decay of Christianity the religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.

If he had unlimited money at his disposal, he might go into the wilds somewhere and shoot big game. I never know what the big game have done to deserve it, but they do help to deflect the destructive energies of some of our social misfits.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.

Every reformation must have its victims. You can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?