Adventures Do Occur, But Not Punctually.

The Idea That Nations Should Love One Another, Or That Business Concerns Or Marketing Boards Should Love One Another, Or That A Man In Portugal Should Love A Man In Peru Of Whom He Has Never Heard -it Is Absurd, Unreal, Dangerous. The Fact Is We Can Only Love What We Know Personally. And We Cannot Know Much.

The Bully And His Victim Never Quite Forget Their First Relations.

It Isn't Possible To Love And To Part.

Reformers Who Are Obsessed With Purity And Cannot See That Their Obsession Is Impure.

Railway Termini Are Our Gates To The Glorious And The Unknown. Through Them We Pass Out Into Adventure And Sunshine, To Them, Alas! We Return.