There Are No Signposts In The Sea.

Travel Is A Private Pleasure, Since It Consists Entirely Of Things Felt And Things Seen.

The More One Gardens, The More One Learns; And The More One Learns, The More One Realizes How Little One Knows.

The Public, As A Whole, Finds Reassurance In Longevity, And, After The Necessary Interlude Of Reaction, Is Disposed To Recognize Extreme Old Age As A Sign Of Excellence. The Long-liver Has Triumphed Over At Least One Of Man's Initial Handicaps: The Brevity Of Life.

Violence, Passion, Indignation, Loyalty, Integrity, Incorruptibility, Shameless Egoism, Generosity, Excitability, Energy, A Hundred Horse-power Drive - None Of It Very Subtle: Ethel [smyth] Didn't Deal In Pastel Shades, She Went For The Stronger Colors, The Blood-red, Anything Deep And Pumping Out Of The Arteries Of The Heart.

I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength, Forgetting I Was Strong.