It Is Impossible To Enjoy Idling Thoroughly

It Is A Curious Fact, But Nobody Ever Is Sea-sick - On Land. At Sea, You Come Across Plenty Of People Very Bad Indeed, Whole Boat-loads Of Them; But I Never Met A Man Yet, On Land, Who Had Ever Known At All What It Was To Be Sea-sick. Where The Thousands Upon Thousands Of Bad Sailors That Swarm In Every Ship Hide Themselves When They Are On Land Is A Mystery.

The Less Taste A Person Has In Dress, The More Obstinate He Always Seems To Be.

All Is Vanity And Everybody's Vain. Women Are Terribly Vain. So Are Men - More So, If Possible.

A New Life Begins For Us With Every Second. Let Us Go Forward Joyously To Meet It. We Must Press On, Whether We Will Or Not, And We Shall Walk Better With Our Eyes Before Us Than With Them Ever Cast Behind.

Splendid Cheeses They Were, Ripe And Mellow, And With A Two Hundred Horse-power Scent About Them That Might Have Been Warranted To Carry Three Miles, And Knock A Man Over At Two Hundred Yards.