You Cannot Depict Love Inside A Frame

I Admit That When The Facts Are Not Good Enough, I Always Exaggerate Them.

Presently I Shall Be Introduced As 'this Venerable Old Gentleman' And The Axe Will Fall When They Raise Me To The Degree Of 'grand Old Man'. That Means On Our Continent Any One With Snow-white Hair Who Has Kept Out Of Jail Till Eighty.

The Attempt To Make The Consumption Of Beer Criminal Is As Silly And As Futile As If You Passed A Law To Send A Man To Jail For Eating Cucumber Salad.

We Can No Longer Communicate With The Apes By Direct Language, Nor Can We Understand, Without Special Study, Their Modes Of Communication Which We Have Long Since Replaced By More Elaborate Forms. But It Is At Least Presumable That They Could Still Detect In Our Speech, At Least When It Is Public And Elaborate, The Underlying Tone Values With Which It Began. Thus If We Could Take A Gibbon Ape To A College Public Lecture, He Would Not Understand It, But He Would "get A Good Deal Of It." This Is All The Students Get Anyway.

Any Man Will Admit If Need Be That His Sight Is Not Good, Or That He Cannot Swim Or Shoots Badly With A Rifle, But To Touch Upon His Sense Of Humour Is To Give Him Mortal Affront.