I Love The Chill October Days, When

I Should Never Make Anything Of A Fisherman. I Had Not Got Sufficient Imagination

Cheese, Like Oil, Makes Too Much Of Itself.

Let Your Boat Of Life Be Light, Packed With Only What You Need - A Homely Home And Simple Pleasures, One Or Two Friends, Worth The Name, Someone To Love And Someone To Love You, A Cat, A Dog, And A Pipe Or Two, Enough To Eat And Enough To Wear, And A Little More Than Enough To Drink; For Thirst Is A Dangerous Thing.

In The Future There Are Going To Be No Pretty Girls, For The Simple Reason There Will Be No Plain Girls Against Which To Contrast Them. Of Late I Have Done Some Systematic Reading Of Ladies Papers. The Plain Girl Submits To A Course Of "treatment." In Eighteen Months She Bursts Upon Society An Acknowledged Beauty.

Cassivelaunus Had Prepared The River For Caesar, By Planting It Full Of Stakes (and Had, No Doubt, Put Up A Notice-board).