By its very looseness, by its way of evoking rather than defining, suggesting rather than saying, English is a magnificent vehicle for emotional poetry.
To destroy is still the strongest instinct of our nature.
Only the insane take themselves seriously.
Incongruity is the mainspring of laughter.
The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.
Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.