Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

He Who Fights, Can Lose. He Who Doesn't Fight, Has Already Lost.

Love Is The Desire To Give, Not To Receive, Something. Love Is The Art Of Producing Something With The Other's Talents.

Firebugs Dragging Their Gasoline Bottles Are Approaching The Academy Of Arts, With A Grin. And So, Instead Of Embracing Them, Let Us Demand The Freedom Of The Elbow To Knock The Bottles Out Of Their Filthy Hands. Even The Most Blockheaded Bureaucrat, Provided He Loves Peace, Is A Greater Lover Of The Arts Than Any So-called Art-lover Who Loves The Arts Of War.

A Man Who Sees Another Man On The Street Corner With Only A Stump For An Arm Will Be So Shocked The First Time He'll Give Him Sixpence. But The Second Time It'll Only Be A Three Penny Bit. And If He Sees Him A Third Time, He'll Have Him Cold-bloodedly Handed Over To The Police.