A Hundred Eyes Were Fixed On Her,

No Roman Ever Was Able To Say, 'i Dined Last Night With The Borgias'.

Some People Are Born To Lift Heavy Weights, Some Are Born To Juggle Golden Balls.

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

It Is A Part Of English Hypocrisy Or English Reserve, That Whilst We Are Fluent Enough In Grumbling About Small Inconveniences, We Insist On Making Light Of Any Great Difficulties Or Grief's That May Beset Us.

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.