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The Most Perfect Caricature Is That Which, On A Small Surface, With The Simplest Means, Most Accurately Exaggerates, To The Highest Point, The Peculiarities Of A Human Being, At His Most Characteristic Moment In The Most Beautiful Manner.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

Reverence Is A Good Thing, And Part Of Its Value Is That The More We Revere A Man, The More Sharply Are We Struck By Anything In Him (and There Is Always Much) That Is Incongruous With His Greatness.

Strange When You Come To Think Of It, That Of All Countless Folk Who Have Lived On This Planet, Not One Is Known In History Or In Legend As Having Died Of Laughter.

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