Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps

A Man's Work Is Rather The Needful Supplement To Himself Than The Outcome Of It.

As A Teacher, As A Propagandist, Mr. Shaw Is No Good At All, Even In His Own Generation. But As A Personality, He Is Immortal.

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.

Of Course We All Know That Morris Was A Wonderful All-round Man, But The Act Of Walking Round Him Has Always Tired Me.

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.