I Do Loathe Explanations.

The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years.

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

Let No One Who Loves Be Unhappy, Even Love Unreturned Has Its Rainbow.

...it Was Like An Examination Paper That Asks Grammar, When What You Want To Be Asked Is Kings Of England.

If You Shut Your Eyes And Are A Lucky One, You May See At Times A Shapeless Pool Of Lovely Pale Colours Suspended In The Darkness; Then If You Squeeze Your Eyes Tighter, The Pool Begins To Take Shape, And The Colours Become So Vivid That With Another Squeeze They Must Go On Fire.