With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.
Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.
The dog has got more fun out of Man than Man has got out of the dog, for the clearly demonstrable reason that Man is the more laughable of the two animals.
The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people - that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.
But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?
Humor is a serious thing. I like to think of it as one of our greatest earliest natural resources, which must be preserved at all cost.