First The Pork Chops, Then

Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

From The Start It Has Been The Theatre's Business To Entertain People ... It Needs No Other Passport Than Fun.

The Human Race Tends To Remember The Abuses To Which It Has Been Subjected Rather Than The Endearments. What's Left Of Kisses? Wounds, However, Leave Scars.

A Man Who Sees Another Man On The Street Corner With Only A Stump For An Arm Will Be So Shocked The First Time He'll Give Him Sixpence. But The Second Time It'll Only Be A Three Penny Bit. And If He Sees Him A Third Time, He'll Have Him Cold-bloodedly Handed Over To The Police.