One Has The Idea Of

(t)here Was A Story They Used To Tell At Home About A Girl Whose Punishment Was That Every Time She Opened Her Mouth, Snakes And Toads Came Out, Snakes And Toads With Every Word. The Book Didn't Say What She Did About It, But I've Always Assumed She Probably Ended Up Keeping Her Mouth Shut.

He Took In The Squeaky Music, The Vulgar And Pining Melodies, Because Passion Immobilizes Good Taste And Seriously Considers What Soberly Would Be Thought Of As Funny And To Be Resented.

What A Wonderful Phenomenon It Is, Carefully Considered, When The Human Eye, That Jewel Of Organic Structures, Concentrates Its Moist Brilliance On Another Human Creature!

Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

If You Are Possessed By An Idea, You Find It Expressed Everywhere, You Even Smell It.