Max Beerbohm

“ Truth dwells in no man, but is a shy beast you must hunt as you may in the forests that are round about the Walls of Heaven. And I do hereby curse, gibbet, and denounce in execrationem perpetuam atque aeternam the man who hunts in a crafty or calculating way--as, lying low, nosing for scents, squinting for trails, crawling noiselessly till he shall come near to his quarry and then taking careful aim. ”

“ There was a man came to an Inn by night, and after he had called three times they should open him the door--though why three times, and not three times three, nor thirty times thirty, which is the number of the little stone devils that make mows at St. ”