There Is Much To Be Said For

The Non-conformist Conscience Makes Cowards Of Us All.

I May Be Old Fashioned, But I Am Right.

There Is Laughter That Goes So Far As To Lose All Touch With Its Motive, And To Exist Only, Grossly, In Itself. This Is Laughter At Its Best. A Man To Whom Such Laughter Has Often Been Granted May Happen To Die In A Work-house. No Matter. I Will Not Admit That He Has Failed In Life. Another Man, Who Has Never Laughed Thus, May Be Buried In Westminster Abbey, Leaving More Than A Million Pounds Overhead. What Then? I Regard Him As A Failure.

The Delicate Balance Between Modesty And Conceit Is Popularity.

In Every Human Being One Or The Other Of These Two Instincts Is Predominant: The Active Or Positive Instinct To Offer Hospitality, The Negative Or Passive Instinct To Accept It. And Either Of These Instincts Is So Significant Of Character That One Might As Well Say That Mankind Is Divisible Into Two Great Classes: Hosts And Guests.