Suspicion is the companion of mean souls and the bane of all good society.
War involves in its progress such a train of unforeseen circumstances that no...
There's no regret. You can't regret. I mean I've felt regret but I've also...
It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying 'Really I was meant to be a ballet dancer.' By then pigs will be your style.
