The World Is Changed Not By The

A Picnic May Well Be A Metaphor For Life. The Essentials For Happiness Are The Right Company, Moderate If Sanguine Expectations And A Reasonable Standard Of Physical Sustenance And Comfort, The Whole Being Bedeviled By The Belief That There Is Always Something Better To Be Had If Only One Presses On.

If This Were Fiction, Could Even The Most Brilliant Novelist Contrive To Make Credible So Short A Period In Which Pride Had Been Subdued And Prejudice Overcome?

It Shows Considerable Wisdom To Know What You Want In Life And Then To Direct All Your Energies Towards Getting It.

The Modern Holy Trinity Is Money, Sex And Celebrity.

In Youth We Take Egregious Risks Because Death Has No Reality For Us. Youth Goes Caparisoned In Immortality. It Is Only In Middle Age That We Are Shadowed By The Awareness Of The Transitoriness Of Life.