There Is Much To Be

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

One Might Well Say That Mankind Is Divisible Into Two Great Classes: Hosts And Guests.

To Give And Then Not Feel That One Has Given Is The Very Best Of All Ways Of Giving.

Has The Gift Of Laughter Been Withdrawn From Me? I Protest That I Do Still, At The Age Of Forty-seven, Laugh Often And Loud And Long. But Not, I Believe, So Long And Loud And Often As In My Less Smiling Youth. And I Am Proud, Nowadays, Of Laughing, And Grateful To Any One Who Makes Me Laugh. That Is A Bad Sign. I No Longer Take Laughter As A Matter Of Course.

I Am A Tory Anarchist. I Should Like Everyone To Go About Doing Just As He Pleased - Short Of Altering Any Of The Things To Which I Have Grown Accustomed.