It Is Not True That One Cannot

I Knew A Man Who Carried His Education In His Vest Pocket Because There Was More Room There Than In His Head.

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

Contemporaries Live From Second Hand To Mouth.

The Triumph Of Morality: A Thief Who Has Broken Into A Bedroom Claims His Sense Of Shame Had Been Outraged, And By Threatening Theoccupants With Exposure Of An Immoral Act He Blackmails Them Into Not Bringing Charges For Burglary.

One's Need For Loneliness Is Not Satisfied If One Sits At A Table Alone. There Must Be Empty Chairs As Well.