Indeed I Have Always Found

All Dickens's Humour Couldn't Save Dickens, Save Him From His Overcrowded Life, Its Sordid And Neurotic Central Tragedy And Its Premature Collapse. But Dickens's Humour, And All Such Humour, Has Saved Or At Least Greatly Served The World.

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.

I Admit That When The Facts Are Not Good Enough, I Always Exaggerate Them.

Any Man Will Admit If Need Be That His Sight Is Not Good, Or That He Cannot Swim Or Shoots Badly With A Rifle, But To Touch Upon His Sense Of Humour Is To Give Him Mortal Affront.

Most People Can Tire Of A Lecture In Fifteen Minutes, Clever People Can Do It In Five, And Sensible People Don't Go To Lectures At All.