Regret Is An Appalling Waste Of Time.

It Is Of Immense Importance To Learn To Laugh At Ourselves.

My Love For You Tonight Is So Deep And Tender That It Seems To Be Outside Myself As Well.

No, No The Mind I Love Must Still Have Wild Places - A Tangled Orchard Where Dark Damsons Drop In The Heavy Grass, An Overgrown Litde Wood, The Chance Of A Snake Or Two (real Snakes), A Pool That Nobody's Fathomed The Depth Of, And Paths Threaded With Those Litde Flowers Planted By The Wind.

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.

That's All Life Is - Something Childish And Very Natural. Isn't It?