A Woman's Heart Is Such A Complex

Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another, Superficially, Casually, Throwing Contempt On One Another, With But Little Reason, And No Charity.

...but In Every Century, And Ever Since England Has Been What It Is, An Englishman Has Always Felt Somewhat Ashamed Of His Own Emotion And Of His Own Sympathy.

Odd's Fish, M'dear! The Man Can't Even Tie His Own Cravat!

The Weariest Night, The Longest Day, Sooner Or Later Must Perforce Come To An End.

When They Are Gay, The Waves Echo Their Gaiety; But When They Are Sad, Then Every Breaker, As It Rolls, Seems To Bring Additional Sadness, And To Speak To Us Of Hopelessness And Of The Pettiness Of All Our Joys.