It's not their fault if, in the heat Of their transactions, I repeat It's not their fault if vampires meet And gurgle in their spats.

I saw all of a sudden No sign of any ship.

When Uncle Jake Became a snake He never found it out; And so as no one mentions it One sees him still about.

O'er seas that have no beaches To end their waves upon, I floated with twelve peaches, A sofa and a swan.

He had never disagreed with anyone in his life, no matter how unfairly they may have treated him. He preferred to swallow his tears, suppress his anger and bit…

Egoisten sind wir alle, der eine mehr, der andere weniger. Der eine lasst seinen Egoismus nackend laufen, der andere hangt ihm ein Mantelchen um.

Gossip, public, private, social - to fight against it either by word or pen seems, after all, like fighting with shadows. Everybody laughs at it, protests agai…