An Atheist Is A Man

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

Bethink You Of The Blessedness. Every Wife Is Like The Mother Of God And Has The Hope Of Bearing A Saviour Of Mankind.

London Is Like The Tropical Bush -- If You Don't Exercise Constant Care The Jungle, In The Shape Of The Slums, Will Break In.

It Struck Me That Albania Was The Sort Of Place That Might Keep A Man From Yawning.