I Have No Gift Of Words, But

(an Unhappy Childhood Was Not) An Unsuitable Preparation For My Future, In That It Demanded A Constant Wariness, The Habit Of Observation, And The Attendance On Moods And Tempers; The Noting Of Discrepancies Between Speech And Action; A Certain Reserve Of Demeanour; And Automatic Suspicion Of Sudden Favours.

One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

I Wasted My Substance, I Know I Did, On Riotous Living, So I Did, But There's Nothing On Record To Show I Did More Than My Betters Have Done.

Most Amusements Only Mean Trying To Win Another Person's Money.

And The Talk Slid North, And The Talk Slid South With The Sliding Puffs From The Hookah-mouth; Four Things Greater Than All Things Are Women And Horses And Power And War.