The funniest things are the forbidden.
Custom is petrification, nothing but dynamite can dislodge it for a century.
The happy phrasing of a compliment is one of the rarest of human gifts, and the happy delivery of it another.
I persuaded him to throw the dirk away; and it was as easy as persuading a child to give up some bright fresh new way of killing itself.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
Note that venerable proverb: Children and fools always speak the truth. The deduction is plain: adults and wise persons never speak it.