On The Same Bill And On The

In Earlier Times They Had No Statistics And So They Had To Fall Back On Lies. Hence The Huge Exaggerations Of Primitive Literature, Giants, Miracles, Wonders! It's The Size That Counts. They Did It With Lies And We Do It With Statistics: But It's All The Same.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.

Humour Is Essentially A Comforter, Reconciling Us To Things As They Are In Contrast To Things As They Might Be.

The Compleat Angler Is Acknowledged To Be One Of The World's Books. Only The Trouble Is That The World Doesn't Read Its Books, It Borrows A Detective Story Instead.

It Is Difficult To Be Funny And Great At The Same Time. Aristophanes And Moliere And Mark Twain Must Sit Below Aristotle And Bossuet And Emerson.