To Write Well It Is

If Every Day In The Life Of A School Could Be The Last Day But One, There Would Be Little Fault To Find With It.

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.

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

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

Humour Is Essentially A Comforter, Reconciling Us To Things As They Are In Contrast To Things As They Might Be.