Men Will Confess To Treason, Murder, Arson,

We Do Not Mind Our Not Arriving Anywhere Nearly So Much As Our Not Having Any Company On The Way.

The World Is A Play That Would Not Be Worth Seeing If We Knew The Plot.

By Rights, Satire Is A Lonely And Introspective Occupation, For Nobody Can Describe A Fool To The Life Without Much Patient Self-inspection.

We Always Carry Out By Committee Anything In Which Any One Of Us Alone Would Be Too Reasonable To Persist.

Every Man Ought To Be Inquisitive Through Every Hour Of His Great Adventure Down To The Day When He Shall No Longer Cast A Shadow In The Sun. For If He Dies Without A Question In His Heart, What Excuse Is There For His Continuance?