Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we're all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Pavarotti is not vain, but conscious of being unique.
I was irrevocably betrothed to laughter.
It is our responsibilities, not ourselves, that we should take seriously.