I May Be Old Fashioned, But I

Zuleika, On A Desert Island, Would Have Spent Most Of Her Time In Looking For A Man's Footprint.

We Must Stop Talking About The American Dream And Start Listening To The Dreams Of Americans.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

The Most Perfect Caricature Is That Which, On A Small Surface, With The Simplest Means, Most Accurately Exaggerates, To The Highest Point, The Peculiarities Of A Human Being, At His Most Characteristic Moment In The Most Beautiful Manner.

Few, As I Have Said, Are The Humorists Who Can Induce This State. To Master And Dissolve Us, To Give Us The Joy Of Being Worn Down And Tired Out With Laughter, Is A Success To Be Won By No Man Save In Virtue Of A Rare Staying-power. Laughter Becomes Extreme Only If It Be Consecutive. There Must Be No Pauses For Recovery. Touch-and-go Humour, However Happy, Is Not Enough. The Jester Must Be Able To Grapple His Theme And Hang On To It, Twisting It This Way And That, And Making It Yield Magically All Manner Of Strange And Precious Things.