The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.

Incongruity is the mainspring of laughter.

Every one, even the richest and most munificent of men, pays much by cheque more light-heartedly than he pays little in specie.

Nobody ever died of laughter.

It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.

The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.

The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.