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If I Had My Way, I Would Write The Word 'insure' Over Every Door Of Every Cottage And Upon The Blotting Pad Of Every Public Man, Because I Am Convinced That, For Sacrifice That Are Conceivably Small, Families Can Be Secured Against Catastrophes Which Otherwise Would Smash Them Forever.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

Never Pass Up The Chance To Sit Down Or Go To The Bathroom.

We Have Always Found The Irish A Bit Odd. They Refuse To Be English.

The Malice Of The Wicked Was Reinforced By The Weakness Of The Virtuous.