Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.
I owe a lot to my teachers and mean to pay them back some day.
I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.
Each section of the British Isles has its own way of laughing, except Wales, which doesn't.
I admit that when the facts are not good enough, I always exaggerate them.
In earlier times they had no statistics and so they had to fall back on lies. Hence the huge exaggerations of primitive literature, giants, miracles, wonders! It's the size that counts. They did it with lies and we do it with statistics: but it's all the same.