Life's Perhaps The Only Riddle That We

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!

A Popular Speaker, However Unpopular And Insignificant, Has Only To Wind Up His Speech With Half-a-dozen Lines Of Shakespeare (and To Make It Clearly Understood That They Are Shakespeare's) And He Will Sit Down Amid Thunders Of Applause.

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

I Love My Fellow Creatures - I Do All The Good I Can - Yet Everybody Says I'm Such A Disagreeable Man!

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.