I Should Like The Whole Race Of

If I Had A World Of My Own, Everything Would Be Nonsense. Nothing Would Be What It Is, Because Everything Would Be What It Isn't. And Contrariwise, What It Is, It Wouldn't Be. And What It Wouldn't Be It Would. You See?

Epithets, Like Pepper, Give Zest To What You Write; And If You Strew Them Sparely, They Whet The Appetite: But If You Lay Them On Too Thick, You Spoil The Matter Quite!

To Me It Seems That To Give Happiness Is A Far Nobler Goal That To Attain It: And That What We Exist For Is Much More A Matter Of Relations To Others Than A Matter Of Individual Progress: Much More A Matter Of Helping Others To Heaven Than Of Getting There Ourselves.

Take My Friends And My Home - As An Outcast I'll Roam: Take The Money I Have In The Bank: It Is Just What I Wish, But Deprive Me Of Fish, And My Life Would Indeed Be Blank.

What Do You Suppose Is The Use Of A Child Without Any Meaning? Even A Joke Should Have Some Meaning-- And A Child's More Imporant Than A Joke, I Hope. You Couldn't Deny That, Even If You Tried With Both Hands.