There May Be Peace Without Joy, And

"what Would You Call The Highest Happiness, Lewie?" He Asked. "the Sense Of Competence," Was The Answer, Given Without Hesitation.

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

The Book Trade Is A Spiritual Barometer Of A Nations Well-being.

Civilization Is A Conspiracy. Modern Life Is The Silent Compact Of Comfortable Folk To Keep Up Pretences.

Most True Points Are Fine Points. There Never Was A Dispute Between Mortals Where Both Sides Hadn't A Bit Of Right.