Oscar Wilde
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
I realized that the crest must be within the range of…
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.
Idly digging his toes in the sand
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected. Granser babbled on unnoticed.
