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Humor Distorts Nothing, And Only False Gods Are Laughed Off Their Earthly Pedestals.

Where There Is No Temptation, There Is No Virtue.

But Self-satisfaction, If As Buoyant As Gas, Has An Ugly Trick Of Collapsing When Full Blown, And Facts Are Stony Things That Refuse To Melt Away In The Sunshine Of A Smile.

I Am Eighty Years Old. There Seems To Be Nothing To Add To This Statement. I Have Reached The Age Of Undecorated Facts - Facts That Refuse To Be Softened By Sentiment, Or Confused By Nobility Of Phrase.

Believers In Political Faith-healing Enjoy A Supreme Immunity From Doubt.