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The Conservative Has But Little To Fear From The Man Whose Reason Is The Servant Of His Passions, But Let Him Beware Of Him In Whom Reason Has Become The Greatest And Most Terrible Of The Passions. These Are The Wreckers Of Outworn Empires And Civilisations, Doubters, Disintegrators, Deicides.

It Wasn't Until I Had Performed By First Autopsy That I Realized That Even The Drabest Human Exteriors Could Contain The Most Beautiful Viscera. After That, I Would Console Myself For The Plainness Of My Fellow Bus-riders By Dissecting Them In My Imagination.

If Human Beings Could Be Propagated By Cutting, Like Apple Trees, Aristocracy Would Be Biologically Sound.

My Final Word, Before I'm Done, Is "cancer Can Be Rather Fun"- Provided One Confronts The Tumour With A Sufficient Sense Of Humour. I Know That Cancer Often Kills, But So Do Cars And Sleeping Pills; And It Can Hurt Till One Sweats, So Can Bad Teeth And Unpaid Debts. A Spot Of Laughter, I Am Sure, Often Accelerates One's Cure; So Let Us Patients Do Our Bit To Help The Surgeons Make Us Fit.

I Will Jump Into The River To Save Two Brothers Or Eight Cousins.