Admiration Involves A Glorious Obliquity Of Vision.

You Cannot Make A Man By Standing A Sheep On Its Hind-legs. But By Standing A Flock Of Sheep In That Position You Can Make A Crowd Of Men.

I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.

Strange When You Come To Think Of It, That Of All Countless Folk Who Have Lived On This Planet, Not One Is Known In History Or In Legend As Having Died Of Laughter.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

Nobody Ever Died Of Laughter.