Altogether Too Many Sheep

The Greatest Evils And The Worst Of Crimes Is Poverty; Our First Duty, A Duty To Which Every Other Consideration Should Be Sacrificed, Is Not To Be Poor.

It Seems As Though Every Time You Learn Something New You Have To Give Up Something.

Find Enough Clever Things To Say, And You're A Prime Minister; Write Them Down And You're A Shakespeare.

An Idea That No One Believes Can Not Be Proved Too Often.

Your Wits Can't Thicken In That Soft Moist Air, On Those White Springy Roads, In Those Misty Rushes And Brown Bogs, On Those Hillsides Of Granite Rocks And Magenta Heather. You've No Such Colours In The Sky, No Such Lure In The Distances, No Such Sadness In The Evenings. Oh The Dreaming! The Dreaming! The Torturing, Heart-scalding, Never Satisfying Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming!