A Man's Work Is Rather The Needful

It Is A Fact That Not Once In All My Life Have I Gone Out For A Walk. I Have Been Taken Out For Walks; But That Is Another Matter.

Only The Insane Take Themselves Seriously.

Men Prominent In Life Are Mostly Hard To Converse With. They Lack Small-talk, And At The Same Time One Doesn't Like To Confront Them With Their Own Great Themes.

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.

I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.