How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.

Enough of acting the infant who has been told so often how he was found under a cabbage that in the end he remembers the exact spot in the garden and the kind of life he led there before joining the family circle.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.