1lb Beefstak, With 1pt Bitter Beer Every

It Always Does Seem To Me That I Am Doing More Work Than I Should Do. It Is Not That I Object To The Work, Mind You; I Like Work: It Fascinates Me. I Can Sit And Look At It For Hours.

(speaking Of The Cistercian Monks) A Grim Fraternity, Passing Grim Lives In That Sweet Spot, That God Had Made So Bright! Strange That Nature's Voices All Around Them--the Soft Singing Of The Waters, The Wisperings Of The River Grass, The Music Of The Rushing Wind--should Not Have Taught Them A Truer Meaning Of Life Than This. They Listened There, Through The Long Days, In Silence, Waiting For A Voice From Heaven; And All Day Long And Through The Solemn Night It Spoke To Them In Myriad Tones, And They Heard It Not.

When A Man Or Woman Loves To Brood Over A Sorrow And Takes Care To Keep It Green In Their Memory, You May Be Sure It Is No Longer A Pain To Them.

Too Much Of Anything Is A Mistake, As The Man Said When His Wife Presented Him With Four New Healthy Children In One Day. We Should Practice Moderation In All Matters.

Splendid Cheeses They Were, Ripe And Mellow, And With A Two Hundred Horse-power Scent About Them That Might Have Been Warranted To Carry Three Miles, And Knock A Man Over At Two Hundred Yards.