My Parents Migrated To Canada In 1876,

The Tears Of Childhood Fall Fast And Easily, And Evil Be To Him Who Makes Them Flow.

Humour Is Essentially A Comforter, Reconciling Us To Things As They Are In Contrast To Things As They Might Be.

If I Were Founding A University I Would Begin With A Smoking Room; Next A Dormitory; And Then A Decent Reading Room And A Library. After That, If I Still Had More Money That I Couldn't Use, I Would Hire A Professor And Get Some Text Books.

All Dickens's Humour Couldn't Save Dickens, Save Him From His Overcrowded Life, Its Sordid And Neurotic Central Tragedy And Its Premature Collapse. But Dickens's Humour, And All Such Humour, Has Saved Or At Least Greatly Served The World.

I Am What Is Called A Professor Emeritus—from The Latin E, 'out,' And Meritus, 'so He Ought To Be.