When Asked, 'shall I Tell My Mother

Vienna Is Cold, And Dark, And Sad. It Is Laid Out As Though For A Royal Parade; The Streets Are Wide And They're Flanked By Monumental Buildings, Decorated With The Faces Of Angry Gods. And On The Roof Are Statues Of National Heroes, Wielding Weapons Of Destruction.

I Am Told That You Regret Not What You Did But What You Didn't Do; And So That's Why I Do Everything, So As Not To Have Any Regrets.

The Americans, Of Course, Are Quite Dotty With Hospitality.

The War Between The Sexes Is The Only One In Which Both Sides Regularly Sleep With The Enemy.

The English Think That Incompetence Is The Same Thing As Sincerity.