It Was Einstein Who Made

Humour Is Essentially A Comforter, Reconciling Us To Things As They Are In Contrast To Things As They Might Be.

How Strange It Is, Our Little Procession Of Life! The Child Says, "when I Am A Big Boy." But What Is That? The Big Boy Says, "when I Grow Up." And Then, Grown Up, He Says, "when I Get Married." But To Be Married, What Is That After All? The Thought Changes To "when I'm Able To Retire." And Then, When Retirement Comes, He Looks Back Over The Landscape Traversed; A Cold Wind Seems To Sweep Over It; Somehow He Has Missed It All, And It Is Gone.

The Compleat Angler Is Acknowledged To Be One Of The World's Books. Only The Trouble Is That The World Doesn't Read Its Books, It Borrows A Detective Story Instead.

You Frequently Ask, Where Are The Friends Of Your Childhood, And Urge That They Shall Be Brought Back To You. As Far As I Am Able To Learn, Those Of Your Friends Who Are Not In Jail Are Still Right There In Your Native Village. You Point Out That They Were Wont To Share Your Gambols, If So, You Are Certainly Entitled To Have Theirs Now.

A Half Truth, Like Half A Brick, Is Always More Forcible As An Argument Than A Whole One. It Carries Better.