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Diplomacy Is The Art Of Telling People To Go To Hell In Such A Way That They Ask For Directions.

The Object Of Parliament Is To Substitute Argument For Fisticuffs.

By Swallowing Evil Words Unsaid, No One Has Ever Harmed His Stomach.

Fancy Cutting Down All Those Beautiful Trees...to Make Pulp For Those Bloody Newspapers, And Calling It Civilisation.

Never Pass Up The Chance To Sit Down Or Go To The Bathroom.