I'm Afraid You've Thought Me A Bigger

Perfection Has One Grave Defect: It Is Apt To Be Dull.

There Is No More Merit In Being Able To Attach A Correct Description To A Picture Than In Being Able To Find Out What Is Wrong With A Stalled Motorcar. In Each Case It Is Special Knowledge.

Comedy Appeals To The Collective Mind Of The Audience And This Grows Fatigued; While Farce Appeals To A More Robust Organ, Their Collective Belly.

The Humorist Has A Good Eye For The Humbug; He Does Not Always Recognize The Saint.

Only A Mediocre Person Is Always At His Best.