Those Who Object To Wit Are Envious

The Mind Revolts Against Certain Opinions, As The Stomach Rejects Certain Foods.

The Number Of Objects We See From Living In A Large City Amuses The Mind Like A Perpetual Raree-show, Without Supplying It With Any Ideas.

There Are No Rules For Friendship. It Must Be Left To Itself. We Cannot Force It Any More Than Love.

Humour Is The Describing The Ludicrous As It Is In Itself; Wit Is The Exposing It, By Comparing Or Contrasting It With Something Else. Humour Is, As It Were, The Growth Of Nature And Accident; Wit Is The Product Of Art And Fancy.

Love And Joy Are Twins Or Born Of Each Other.