How Do Wars Start? Diplomats Tell Lies

If By Day Art Is In The Service Of Business, The Evenings Are Devoted To The Businessman's Enjoyment Of It. That Is Asking A Lot Of Art, But Art And The Businessman Make It Work.

If Children Had Been Told That They Could Not Blow Their Noses, This Alone Would Make Adults Blush.

I Saw A Poet Chase A Butterfly In A Meadow. He Put His Net On A Bench Where A Boy Sat Reading A Book. It's A Misfortune That It Is Usually The Other Way Round.

My Language Is The Common Prostitute That I Turn Into A Virgin.

My Unconscious Knows More About The Consciousness Of The Psychologist Than His Consciousness Knows About My Unconscious.