If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try

[history Is] That Terrible Mill In Which Sawdust Rejoins Sawdust.

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?

Winter Is The Time For Comfort, For Good Food And Warmth, For The Touch Of A Friendly Hand And For A Talk Beside The Fire: It Is The Time For Home.

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.