The Diseases Of The Present

The Worst In Life, We Are Told, Is Compatible With The Best In Art. So Too The Worst In Life Is Compatible With The Best In Humour.

It Is Not Begging But The Beggar, Who Has Forfeited Favor With The Elect.

A Puppy Is But A Dog, Plus High Spirits, And Minus Common Sense.

Wit Is A Pleasure-giving Thing, Largely Because It Eludes Reason; But In The Apprehension Of An Absurdity Through The Working Of The Comic Spirit There Is A Foundation Of Reason, And An Impetus To Human Companionship.

The Labors Of The True Critic Are More Essential To The Author, Even, Than To The Reader.