Many Desire To Kill Me, And Many

One Cannot Dictate An Aphorism To A Typist. It Would Take Too Long.

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.

Speech Is The Mother, Not The Handmaid, Of Thought.

The Psychoanalysts Pick Our Dreams As If They Were Our Pockets.

Religion, Morality, And Patriotism Are Feelings That Are Manifested Only When They Are Outraged.