Sunday, February 18, 2018

The Frictionary # 723

Here is another page taken from The Frictionary:

6766. Psychoanalysis is that disease of the mind for which it believes itself to be the cure. (Karl Kraus)

6767. Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat. (Julian Huxley)

6768. Come sleep with me: we won't make love; love will make us. (Julio Cortazar)

6769. Etymology: the police record of words. (Roland Topor)

6770. I have a theory that you can make any sentence seem profound by writing the name of a dead philosopher at the end of it. -Plato. (Banksy)

6771. When I was younger, I wanted to be a soccer player, but I was a rotten actor. (Réjean Lévesque)

6772. If love were oil, I'd be about a quart low. (Lewis Grizzard)

6773. The national dish of America is menus. (Robert Robinson)

6774. Why is divorce so expensive? Because it's worth it. (?)

6775. It is not because you are many who are wrong that you are right. (Bernard Werber)

That's all for this edition of The Frictionary. Your comments and suggestions are welcome, but commercial links will be rejected. Subscribe and receive this free weekly blog in your in-box. Have a great week!

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