Explaining humor is a lot like dissecting a frog, you learn a lot in the process, but in the end you kill it.
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought -a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head.
It is hard enough luck being a monarch, without being a target also.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
I have achieved my seventy years in the usual way: by sticking strictly to a scheme of life which would kill anybody else... I will offer here, as a sound maxim, this: That we can't reach old age by another man's road.