It Infuriates Me To Be Wrong When

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.

The Defects Of Human Nature Afford Us Opportunities Of Exercising Our Philosophy, The Best Employment Of Our Virtues. If All Men Were Righteous, All Hearts True And Frank And Loyal, What Use Would Our Virtues Be?

Deference And Intimacy Live Far Apart.

It Is A Strange Enterprise To Make Respectable People Laugh.

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.