I Must Say I'm Not Very Fond

There Are Two Insults Which No Human Being Will Endure: The Assertion That He Hasn't A Sense Of Humor, And The Doubly Impertinent Assertion That He Has Never Known Trouble.

The Greatest Mystery About A Human Being Is Not His Reaction To Sex Or Praise, But The Manner In Which He Contrives To Put In Twenty-four Hours A Day. It Is This Which Puzzles The Longshoreman About The Clerk, The Londoner About The Bushman.

I Can Not Understand Why Ministers Presume To Deliver Sermons Every Week At Appointed Hours Because It Is Humanly Impossible For Inspirations To Come With Clock-like Regularity

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Whatever The Misery, He Could Not Regain Contentment With A World Which, Once Doubted, Became Absurd.