Psychoanalysts Are Father Confessors Who Like To

An Aphorism Is Never Exactly True; It Is Either A Half-truth Or One-and-a-half Truths.

When I Want To Go To Sleep, I Must First Get A Whole Menagerie Of Voices To Shut Up. You Wouldn't Believe What A Racket They Make In My Room.

War Is, At First, The Hope That One Will Be Better Off; Next, The Expectation That The Other Fellow Will Be Worse Off; Then, The Satisfaction That He Isn't Any Better Off; And, Finally, The Surprise At Everyone's Being Worse Off.

When A Culture Feels That Its End Has Come, It Sends For A Priest.

Imagination Has The Right To Feast In The Shade Of The Tree That It Turns Into A Forest.