But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong

Here Ends The Story Of A Ship, But There Will Always Be Other Ships, For We Are An Island Race. Through All Our Centuries, The Sea Has Ruled Our Destiny. There Will Always Be Other Ships And Men To Sail In Them. It Is These Men, In Peace Or War, To Whom We Owe So Much. Above All Victories, Beyond All Loss, In Spite Of Changing Values In A Changing World, They Give To Us, Their Countrymen, Eternal And Indomitable Pride.

Sunburn Is Very Becoming - But Only When It Is Even - One Must Be Careful Not To Look Like A Mixed Grill.

Your Motivation Is Your Pay Packet On Friday. Now Get On With It.

At Twelve Noon, The Natives Swoon And No Further Work Is Donebut Mad Dogs And Englishmen, Go Out In The Midday Sun.

I Love Criticism Just So Long As It's Unqualified Praise.