Once Is Happenstance. Twice Is Coincidence. Three

Love Of Life Is Born Of The Awareness Of Death, Of The Dread Of It.

Loneliness Becomes A Lover, Solitude A Darling Sin.

Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared Bond Saw Luck As A Woman, To Be Softly Wooed Or Brutally Ravaged, Never Pandered To Or Pursued. But He Was Honest Enough To Admit That He Had Never Yet Been Made To Suffer By Cards Or By Women. One Day, And He Accepted The Fact He Would Be Brought To His Knees By Love Or By Luck.

Mine’s Bond – James Bond.

A Gentleman's Choice Of Timepiece Says As Much About Him As Does His Saville Row Suit.