She worked hard at it night and day for nine centuries and imprisoned, tortured, hanged, and burned whole hordes and armies of witches, and washed the Christian world clean with their foul blood. Then it was discovered that there was no such thing as witches, and never had been. One does not know whether to laugh or to cry. No, these never discover anything. At Salem, the parson clung pathetically to his witch text after the laity had abandoned it in remorse and tears for the cruelties it had persuaded them to do.
Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example.
Golf is a good walk spoiled. The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. I can live for two months on a good compliment. I'm glad I did it, partly because it was worth it, but mostly because I shall never have to do it again. If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.