Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And

If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts Your Aim.

You Perceive, Do You Not, That Our National Fairy Tales Reflect The Inmost Desires Of The Briton And The Gaul?

Our England Is A Garden, And Such Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh How Wonderful' And Sitting In The Shade, While Better Men Than We Go Out, And Start Their Working Lives By Grubbing Weeds From Garden Paths With Broken Dinner Knives.

Most Amusements Only Mean Trying To Win Another Person's Money.

The World Is Very Lovely, And It's Very Horrible--and It Doesn't Care About Your Life Or Mine Or Anything Else.