Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall

The English Are Loth To Express Their Feelings, But In My Stall In The Choir I Could Feel The Pent-up, Passionate Emotion, And Also The Fear Of The Congregation, Not Of Death Or Wounds Or Material Loss, But Of Defeat And The Final Ruin Of Britain.

They Say That Nobody Is Perfect. Then They Tell You Practice Makes Perfect. I Wish They'd Make Up Their Minds.

He Who Fails To Plan Is Planning To Fail.

I Have In My Life Concentrated More On Self-expression Than Self-denial.

The Substitution Of The Internal Combustion Engine For The Horse Marked A Very Gloomy Milestone In The Progress Of Mankind.