As Her Time In Florence Drew To

Sudden Conversion ... Is Particularly Attractive To The Half-baked Mind.

But Humanity, In Its Desire For Comfort, Had Over-reached Itself. It Had Exploited The Riches Of Nature Too Far. Quietly And Complacently, It Was Sinking Into Decadence, And Progress Had Come To Mean The Progress Of The Machine.

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.

I Would Rather Be A Coward Than Brave Because People Hurt You When You Are Brave.

My Law-givers Are Erasmus And Montaigne, Not Moses And St Paul.