I Shall Do Everything It Becomes Me

Fine Art, Poetry, That Kind Of Thing, Elevates A Nation.

Wit Is A Form Of Force That Leaves The Limbs At Rest.

The Finest Language Is Mostly Made Up Of Simple Unimposing Words.

Where Women Love Each Other, Men Learn To Smother Their Mutual Dislike.

You Are Discontented With The World Because You Can't Get Just The Small Things That Suit Your Pleasure, Not Because It's A World Where Myriads Of Men And Women Are Ground By Wrong And Misery, And Tainted With Pollution.