You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone.

Has it ever struck you that the trouts bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men

You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone

Women were created from the rib of man to be beside him, not from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be trampled by him, but from under his arm to be protected by him, near to his heart to be loved by him.

Thank heaven. A bachelor's life is no life for a single man.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.