It Is A Fact That Not Once

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

Not That I Had Any Special Reason For Hating School. Strange As It May Seem To My Readers, I Was Not Unpopular There. I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.

Zuleika, On A Desert Island, Would Have Spent Most Of Her Time In Looking For A Man's Footprint.

There Is Laughter That Goes So Far As To Lose All Touch With Its Motive, And To Exist Only, Grossly, In Itself. This Is Laughter At Its Best. A Man To Whom Such Laughter Has Often Been Granted May Happen To Die In A Work-house. No Matter. I Will Not Admit That He Has Failed In Life. Another Man, Who Has Never Laughed Thus, May Be Buried In Westminster Abbey, Leaving More Than A Million Pounds Overhead. What Then? I Regard Him As A Failure.

A Man's Work Is Rather The Needful Supplement To Himself Than The Outcome Of It.