Necessity Knows No Sunday.

The Necessity Of Knowing A Little About A Great Many Things Is The Most Grievous Burden Of Our Day. It Deprives Us Of Leisure On The One Hand, And Of Scholarship On The Other.

We Owe To One Another All The Wit And Good Humour We Can Command; And Nothing So Clears Our Mental Vistas As Sympathetic And Intelligent Conversation.

To Be Civilized Is To Be Incapable Of Giving Unnecessary Offense, It Is To Have Some Quality Of Consideration For All Who Cross Our Path.

What Monstrous Absurdities And Paradoxes Have Resisted Whole Batteries Of Serious Arguments, And Then Crumbled Swiftly Into Dust Before The Ringing Death-knell Of A Laugh!

Neatness Of Phrase Is So Closely Akin To Wit That It Is Often Accepted As Its Substitute.