Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

Thought Precedes Action As Lighting Does Thunder.

The More I Get To Know People, The More I Like Dogs.

All I Really Want Is Enough To Live On, A Little House In The Country... And A Tree In The Garden With Seven Of My Enemies Hanging In It.

Silence Can Be Defined As Conversation With An Englishman

The Arrow Belongs Not To The Archer When It Has Once Left The Bow; The Word No Longer Belongs To The Speaker When It Has Once Passed His Lips, Especially When It Has Been Multiplied By The Press.