Unhappy The Land That Is In Need

First Feed The Face, Then Talk Right And Wrong.

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.

I Was Called Up In The War And Sent To A Hospital. I Dressed Wounds, Applied Iodine, Gave Enemas, Did Blood Transfusions. If The Doctor Ordered: "brecht, Amputate A Leg!", I Would Reply, "certainly, Your Excellency!", And Cut Off The Leg. If I Was Told, "perform A Trepanning!" I Opened The Man's Skull And Messed About With His Brains. I Saw How They Patched Fellows Up, So As To Cart Them Back To The Front As Quickly As They Could.

The Finest Plans Have Always Been Spoiled By The Littleness Of Them That Should Carry Them Out. Even Emperors Can't Do It All By Themselves.

The Right To Happiness Is Fundamental; Men Live So Little Time And Die Alone.