Truth And Fact Are Old-fashioned And Out-of-date,

There Are Two Kinds Of Clocks. There Is The Clock That Is Always Wrong, And That Knows It Is Wrong, And Glories In It; And There Is The Clock That Is Always Right - Except When You Rely Upon It, And Then It Is More Wrong Than You Would Think A Clock Could Be In A Civilized Country.

Among All Nations There Should Be Vast Temples Raised Where People Might Worship In Silence And Listen To It, For It Is The Voice Of God

Idleness, Like Kisses, To Be Sweet Must Be Stolen.

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet ... The Evenings In Late Autumn Time, When The White Mist Creeps Across The Fields, Making It Seem As Though Old Earth, Feeling The Night Air Cold To Its Poor Bones, Were Drawing Ghostly Bedclothes Round Its Withered Limbs.

That The Boat Did Not Upset I Simply State As A Fact. Why It Did Not Upset I Am Unable To Offer Any Reason. I Have Often Thought About The Matter Since, But I Have Never Succeeded In Arriving At Any Satisfactory Explanation Of The Phenomenon. Possibly The Result May Have Been Brought About By The Natural Obstinacy Of All Things In This World. The Boat May Possibly Have Come To The Conclusion, Judging From A Cursory View Of Our Behaviour, That We Had Come Out For A Morning's Suicide, And Had Thereupon Determined To Disappoint Us. That Is The Only Suggestion I Can Offer.