Unpunctuality Is A Vile Habit.

We Shall Draw From The Heart Of Suffering Itself The Means Of Inspiration And Survival.

If I Were The First Of May, I Should Be Ashamed Of Myself.

We Proceeded Systematically, Village By Village And We Destroyed The Houses, Filled Up The Wells, Blew Down The Towers, Cut Down The Shady Trees, Burned The Crops And Broke The Reservoirs In Punitive Devastation.

When I Get To Heaven I Mean To Spend A Considerable Portion Of My First Million Years In Painting, And So Get To The Bottom Of The Subject.

You Must Put Your Head Into The Lion's Mouth If The Performance Is To Be A Success.