Death Cancels All Engagements.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

Some People Are Born To Lift Heavy Weights, Some Are Born To Juggle Golden Balls.

She Was One Of Those People Who Said I Don't Know Anything About Music, But I Know What I Like.

There Is Laughter That Goes So Far As To Lose All Touch With Its Motive, And To Exist Only, Grossly, In Itself. This Is Laughter At Its Best. A Man To Whom Such Laughter Has Often Been Granted May Happen To Die In A Work-house. No Matter. I Will Not Admit That He Has Failed In Life. Another Man, Who Has Never Laughed Thus, May Be Buried In Westminster Abbey, Leaving More Than A Million Pounds Overhead. What Then? I Regard Him As A Failure.

No Fine Work Can Be Done Without Concentration And Self-sacrifice And Toil And Doubt.