Nothing seems too high or low for the humorist; he is above honor, above faith, preserving sense in religion and sanity in life.

The artist's life is to be where life is, active life, found in neither ivory tower nor concrete shelter; he must be out listening to everything, looking at everything, and thinking it all out afterward.

Nothing seems too high or low for the humorist; he is above honor, above faith, preserving sense in religion and sanity in life.

Here, with whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be. Hurrah!

That's the Irish all over -- they treat a joke as a serious thing and a serious thing as a joke.

Here we have bishops, priests, and deacons, a Censorship Board, vigilant librarians, confraternities and sodalities, Duce Maria, Legions of Mary, Knights of this Christian order and Knights of that one, all surrounding the sinner's free will in an embattled circle.

The secret to happiness is to find a congenial monotony.