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

A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other

Oh Lord, give us a sense of humor with courage to manifest it forth, so that we may laugh to shame the pomps, the vanities, the sense of self-importance of the Big Fellows that the world sometimes sends among us, and who try to take our peace away.

So let us all who pray ask for what most of them need badly, a sense of humor to lighten their way through life, making it merrier for themselves and easier for others.

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

A waste land lit by holy candles.

The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood.