Incongruity Is The Mainspring Of Laughter.

The Loveliest Face In All The World Will Not Please You If You See It Suddenly Eye To Eye, At A Distance Of Half An Inch From Your Own.

It Is A Part Of English Hypocrisy Or English Reserve, That Whilst We Are Fluent Enough In Grumbling About Small Inconveniences, We Insist On Making Light Of Any Great Difficulties Or Grief's That May Beset Us.

Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges Of Character.

The Past Is A Work Of Art, Free Of Irrelevancies And Loose Ends.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.