Humility Is A Virtue, And It Is

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

To Mankind In General Macbeth And Lady Macbeth Stand Out As The Supreme Type Of All That A Host And Hostess Should Not Be.

It Is So Much Easier To Covet What One Hasn't Than To Revel In What One Has. Also, It Is So Much Easier To Be Enthusiastic About What Exists Than About What Doesn't.

Every One, Even The Richest And Most Munificent Of Men, Pays Much By Cheque More Light-heartedly Than He Pays Little In Specie.

Few, As I Have Said, Are The Humorists Who Can Induce This State. To Master And Dissolve Us, To Give Us The Joy Of Being Worn Down And Tired Out With Laughter, Is A Success To Be Won By No Man Save In Virtue Of A Rare Staying-power. Laughter Becomes Extreme Only If It Be Consecutive. There Must Be No Pauses For Recovery. Touch-and-go Humour, However Happy, Is Not Enough. The Jester Must Be Able To Grapple His Theme And Hang On To It, Twisting It This Way And That, And Making It Yield Magically All Manner Of Strange And Precious Things.