It Is So Much Easier To Covet

Some People Are Born To Lift Heavy Weights, Some Are Born To Juggle Golden Balls.

To Mankind In General Macbeth And Lady Macbeth Stand Out As The Supreme Type Of All That A Host And Hostess Should Not Be.

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

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.

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.