Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our

Suppose They Gave A War, And Nobody Came? Why Then, The War Would Come To You!

All Artforms Are In The Service Of The Greatest Of All Arts: The Art Of Living.

What Happens To The Hole When The Cheese Is Gone?

General, Man Is Very Useful. He Can Fly And He Can Kill. But He Has One Defect: He Can Think.

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.