All Sins Have Their Origin In A

Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy To Hide A Cesspool, When Everyone Knew The Cesspool Was There?

Whatever People May Say, The Fastidious Formal Manner Of The Upper Classes Is Preferable To The Slovenly Easygoing Behaviour Of The Common Middle Class. In Moments Of Crisis, The Former Know How To Act, The Latter Become Uncouth Brutes.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

We Must Never Say, Even In Fun, That We Are Disheartened, Because Someone Might Take Us At Our Word.

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.