May The Pain You Have Known And

I Must Place On Record My Regret That The Human Race Ever Learned To Fly.

Like A Sea-beast Fished Up From The Depths, Or A Diver Too Suddenly Hoisted, My Veins Threatened To Burst From The Fall In Pressure. I Had Great Anxiety And No Means Of Relieving It ... And Then It Was That The Muse Of Painting Came To My Rescue - Out Of Charity And Out Of Chivalry ... - And Said, "are These Toys Any Good To You? They Amuse Some People."

No One Ever Came To Grief-except Honorable Grief-through Riding Horses. No Hour Of Life Is Lost That Is Spent In The Saddle. Young Men Have Often Been Ruined Through Owning Horses, Or Through Backing Horses, But Never Through Riding Them; Unless Of Course They Break Their Necks, Which, Taken At A Gallop, Is A Very Good Death To Die.

There Is A Hush Over All Europe, Nay, Over All The World. Alas! It Is The Hush Of Suspense, And In Many Lands It Is The Hush Of Fear. Listen! No, Listen Carefully, I Think I Hear Somethingyes, There It Was Quite Clear. Dont You Hear It? It Is The Tramp Of Armies Crunching The Gravel Of The Paradegrounds, Splashing Through Rain-soaked Fields, The Tramp Of Two Million German Soldiers And More Than A Million Italiansgoing On Maneuversyes, Only On Maneuvers!

There Is In The Act Of Preparing, The Moment You Start Caring.