If I Can't Dance Then I'd Rather

To Follow, Without Halt, One Aim: There's The Secret Of Success.

God Gives Talent. Work Transforms Talent Into Genius.

The More You Look Back Into English History, The More You Are Forced To The Conclusion That Alongside Civility And The Deeply Held Convictions About Individual Rights, The English Have A Natural Taste For Disorder.

To Follow Without Halt, One Aim; There Is The Secret Of Success. And Success? What Is It? I Do Not Find It In The Applause Of The Theater; It Lies Rather In The Satisfaction Of Accomplishment.

Once Upon A Time The English Knew Who They Were.