Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another,

...but In Every Century, And Ever Since England Has Been What It Is, An Englishman Has Always Felt Somewhat Ashamed Of His Own Emotion And Of His Own Sympathy.

Look At This Limp Cravet. And The Sad State Of Those Cuffs. I Can Hardly Bring Myself To Look Upon Them.

It Is Only When We Are Very Happy That We Can Bear To Gaze Merrily Upon The Vast And Limitless Expanse Of Water, Rolling On And On With Such Persistent, Irritating Monotony, To The Accompaniment Of Our Thoughts, Whether Grave Or Gay.

The Weariest Night, The Longest Day, Sooner Or Later Must Perforce Come To An End.

A Woman's Heart Is Such A Complex Problem - The Owner Thereof Is Often Most Incompetent To Find The Solution To This Puzzle.