Great God Of The Ants, Thou Hast

Gentlemen, Four-fifths Of The Earth's Surface Is Covered By Seas; That Is Unquestionably Too Much; The World's Surface, The Map Of Oceans And Dry Land, Must Be Corrected. We Shall Give The World The Workforce Of The Sea, Gentlemen. This Will No Longer Be The Style Of Captain Van Toch; We Shall Replace The Adventure Story Of Pearls By The Hymnic Paean Of Labour.

Quite Obviously A Cat Trusts Human Beings; But She Doesn't Trust Another Cat Because She Knows Better Than We Do.

The English Gentleman Is A Combination Of Silence, Courtesy, Dignity, Sport, Newspapers And Honesty.

I Find That A Real Gardener Is Not A Man Who Cultivates Flowers; He Is A Man Who Cultivates The Soil. He Is A Creature Who Digs Himself Into The Earth And Leaves The Sight Of What Is On It To Us Gaping Good-for-nothings. He Lives Buried In The Ground. He Builds His Monument In A Heap Of Compost. If He Came Into The Garden Of Eden, He Would Sniff Excitedly And Say: "good Lord, What Humus!"

Everyone Has The Best Of Feelings Towards Mankind In General, But Not Towards The Individual Man. We'll Kill Men, But We Want To Save Mankind. And That Isn't Right, Your Reverence. The World Will Be An Evil Place As Long As People Don't Believe In Other People.