About The Only Good Thing You Can

Each Section Of The British Isles Has Its Own Way Of Laughing, Except Wales, Which Doesn't.

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.

If I Were Founding A University I Would Begin With A Smoking Room; Next A Dormitory; And Then A Decent Reading Room And A Library. After That, If I Still Had More Money That I Couldn't Use, I Would Hire A Professor And Get Some Text Books.

Most People Can Tire Of A Lecture In Fifteen Minutes, Clever People Can Do It In Five, And Sensible People Don't Go To Lectures At All.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.