There would be nights when I would wake up and couldn't get back to sleep. So I would go downstairs and write. The staff had a pool going on how many pages of typing I would bring in here in the morning.
Not when truth is dirty but when it is shallow does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is...
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.