The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it if you could get a match was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.
If it was raining soup the Irish would go out with forks.
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Suspicion is the companion of mean souls and the bane of all good society.
