During War We Imprison The Rights Of

To Win A Woman In The First Place You Must Please Her, Then Undress Her, And Then Somehow Get Her Clothes Back On Her, Finally, So That She Will Let You Leave Her, You've Got To Antagonise Her.

During War We Imprison The Rights Of Man.

A Wife Loves Out Of Duty, And Duty Leads To Constraint, And Constraint Kills Desire.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death. It's The Stake One Puts Up In Order To Play The Game Of Life.

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.