We Go On A Journey To Be

The Way To Procure Insults Is To Submit To Them. A Man Meets With No More Respect Than He Exacts.

Walk Groundly, Talk Profoundly, Drink Roundly, Sleep Soundly.

Humour Is The Describing The Ludicrous As It Is In Itself; Wit Is The Exposing It, By Comparing Or Contrasting It With Something Else. Humour Is, As It Were, The Growth Of Nature And Accident; Wit Is The Product Of Art And Fancy.

A Thing Is Not Vulgar Merely Because It Is Common.

The Princess Borghese, Bonaparte's Sister, Who Was No Saint, Sat To Canova As A Reclining Venus, And Being Asked If She Did Not Feel A Little Uncomfortable, Replied, "no. There Was A Fire In The Room."