Once Upon A Time The English Knew

To Tend, Unfailingly, Unflinchingly, Towards A Goal, Is The Secret Of Success.

When A Small Child, I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong, Happiness Is Like A Butterfly Which Appears And Delights Us For One Brief Moment, But Soon Flits Away.

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.

God Gives Talent. Work Transforms Talent Into Genius.

Where There Is No Heart There Is No Art.