Humour is meant, in a literal sense, to make game of man; that is, to dethrone him from his official dignity and hunt him like game.

The chicken does not exist only in order to produce another egg. He may also exist to amuse himself, to praise God, and even to suggest ideas to a French dramatist.

Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, 'We will not be dictated to,' and went off and became stenographers.

White founts falling in the courts of the sun, / And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run.

There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book, and a tired man who wants a book to read.

The pure modernist is merely a snob; he cannot bear to be a month behind the fashion.