Necessity is the mother of taking chances.

No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is.

Man is the only animal that is cruel. It kills just for the sake of it.

Probably there is an imperceptible touch of something permanent that one feels instinctively to adhere to true humour, whereas wit may be the mere conversational shooting up of "smartness"--a bright feather, to be blown into space the second after it is launched...Wit seems to be counted a very poor relation to Humour....Humour is never artificial.

Comedy keeps the heart sweet; but we all know that there is wholesome refreshment for both mind and heart in an occasional climb among the pomps of the intellectual snow-summits built by Shakespeare and those others.

The timid man yearns for full value and demands a tenth. The bold man strikes for double value and compromises on par.

It takes a heap of sense to write good nonsense