I Knew If I Waited Around Long

I Like A Bit Of Mongrel Myself, Whether It's A Man Or A Dog.

No Use Slaving For Me And Then Saying You Want To Be Cared For: Who Cares For A Slave? If You Come Back, Come Back For The Sake Of Good Fellowship; For You’ll Get Nothing Else.

When A Prisoner Sees The Door Of His Dungeon Open, He Dashes For It Without Stopping To Think Where He Shall Get His Dinner Outside.

Where There Is No Religion, Hypocrisy Becomes Good Taste.

No Man Manages His Affairs As Well As A Tree Does