Something I owe to the soil that grew-More to the life that fed-But most to Allah who gave me two Separate sides of my head. I would go without shirt or shoes, Friends, tobacco, or bread Sooner than for an instant lose Either side of my head.
A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition
As the dawn comes up like thunder.
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.
All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.