Those Who Only Know England Know Not

There Are Few Things Sweeter In This World Than The Guileless, Hotheaded, Intemperate, Open Admiration Of A Junior. Even A Woman In Her Blindest Devotion Does Not Fall Into The Gait Of The Man She Adores, Tilt Her Bonnet To The Angle At Which He Wears His Hat, Or Interlard Her Speech With His Pet Oaths.

For Undemocratic Reasons And For Motives Not Of State, They Arrive At Their Conclusions, Largely Inarticulate. Being Void Of Self-expression They Confide Their Views To None; But Sometimes In A Smoking Room, One Learns Why Things Were Done.

All The People Like Us Are We, And Everyone Else Is They.

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

The Three In One, The One In Three? Not So! To My Own Gods I Go. It May Be They Shall Give Me Greater Ease Than Your Cold Christ And Tangled Trinities.