Indeed I Have Always Found

The Student Of Arithmetic Who Has Mastered The First Four Rules Of His Art, And Successfully Striven With Money Sums And Fractions, Finds Himself Confronted By An Unbroken Expanse Of Questions Known As Problems.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.

A Barber Is By Nature And Inclination A Sport. He Can Tell You At What Exact Hour The Ball Game Is To Begin, Can Foretell Its Issue Without Losing A Stroke Of The Razor, And Can Explain The Points Of Inferiority Of All The Players, As Compared With The Better Men That He Has Personally Seen Elsewhere, With The Nicety Of A Professional.

Most People Tire Of A Lecture In Ten Minutes; Clever People Can Do It In Five. Sensible People Never Go To Lectures At All. But The People Who Do Go To A Lecture And Who Get Tired Of It, Presently Hold It As A Sort Of Grudge Against The Lecturer Personally. In Reality His Sufferings Are Worse Than Theirs.

A Sportsman Is A Man Who, Every Now And Then, Simply Has To Get Out And Kill Something.