Stephen Leacock
Stephen Leacock
Stephen P. H Butler Leacock, FRSCwas a Canadian teacher, political scientist, writer, and humourist. Between the years 1910 and 1925, he was the most widely read English-speaking author in the world. He is known for his light humour along with criticisms of people's follies. The Stephen Leacock Memorial Medal for Humour was named in his honour...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 December 1869
CountryCanada
fashion heart high-heels
A silk dress in four sections, and shoes with high heels that would have broken the heart of John Calvin.
education yesterday fool
All our yesterdays, it is true, have only lighted fools the way to dusty death. But we need at least the dates of the yesterdays and the list of the fools.
food two squares
Any two meals at a boarding-house are together less than two square meals.
fighting games lazy
The English are terribly lazy about fighting. They like to get it over and done with and then set up a game of cricket.
jail childhood village
You frequently ask, where are the friends of your childhood, and urge that they shall be brought back to you. As far as I am able to learn, those of your friends who are not in jail are still right there in your native village. You point out that they were wont to share your gambols, If so, you are certainly entitled to have theirs now.
fall mean men
Presently I shall be introduced as 'this venerable old gentleman' and the axe will fall when they raise me to the degree of 'grand old man'. That means on our continent any one with snow-white hair who has kept out of jail till eighty.
thinking laughing forgiving
We think of the noble object for which the professor appears tonight, we may be assured that the Lord will forgive any one who will laugh at the professor.
long poverty international-peace
You can never have international peace as long as you have national poverty.
fall evil childhood
The tears of childhood fall fast and easily, and evil be to him who makes them flow.
theory professors posts
Professors of theory merely hold post-mortems.
facts needs mist
You cannot depict love inside a frame of fact. It needs a mist to dissolve in.
thinking together detectives
With the Great Detective, to think was to act, and to act was to think. Frequently he could do both together.
voice sorrow pathos
Humour in its highest reach mingles with pathos: it voices sorrow for our human lot and reconciliation with it.
ends passengers weary
The road comes to an end just when it ought to be getting somewhere. The passengers alight, shaken and weary, to begin, all over again, something else.