There Is Much To Be Said For

Of Course We All Know That Morris Was A Wonderful All-round Man, But The Act Of Walking Round Him Has Always Tired Me.

When Hospitality Becomes An Art It Loses Its Very Soul.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

I Prefer That Laughter Shall Take Me Unawares. Only So Can It Master And Dissolve Me.

Nobody Ever Died Of Laughter.