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I Detest Life-insurance Agents: They Always Argue That I Shall Some Day Die, Which Is Not So.

Anybody Who Has Listened To Certain Kinds Of Music, Or Read Certain Kinds Of Poetry, Or Heard Certain Kinds Of Performances On The Concertina, Will Admit That Even Suicide Has Its Brighter Aspects.

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.

Golf May Be Played On Sunday, Not Being A Game Within The View Of The Law, But Being A Form Of Moral Effort.

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