I'm Only A Beer Teetotaller, Not A

Your Wits Can't Thicken In That Soft Moist Air, On Those White Springy Roads, In Those Misty Rushes And Brown Bogs, On Those Hillsides Of Granite Rocks And Magenta Heather. You've No Such Colours In The Sky, No Such Lure In The Distances, No Such Sadness In The Evenings. Oh The Dreaming! The Dreaming! The Torturing, Heart-scalding, Never Satisfying Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming!

We Are Made Wise Not By The Recollection Of Our Past, But By The Responsibility For Our Future.

Beware Of False Knowledge; It Is More Dangerous Than Ignorance.

Whenever An Obviously Well Founded Statement Is Made In England By A Person Specially Well Acquainted With The Facts, That Unlucky Person Is Instantly And Frantically Contradicted By All The People Who Obviously Know Nothing About It.

Peace Is Not Only Better Than War, But Infinitely More Arduous.