I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has

Admiration Involves A Glorious Obliquity Of Vision.

The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident - Is As Often Bestowed On Idiots Who Have Nothing To Say Worth Hearing As It Is Denied To Strenuous Sages.

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

For People Who Like That Kind Of Thing, This Is The Kind Of Thing They Like.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.