None Of Us Suffers As

After All, It Is Not Where One Washes One's Neck That Counts But Where One Moistens One's Throat.

One Cup Poured Into Another Makes Different Waters; Tears Shed By One Eye Would Blind If Wept Into Another's Eye. The Breast We Strike In Joy Is Not The Breast We Strike In Pain; Any Man's Smile Would Be Consternation On Another's Mouth.

I Have A Narrative, But You Will Be Put To It To Find It.

New York Is The Meeting Place Of The Peoples, The Only City Where You Can Hardly Find A Typical American.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.