[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop,

History Gives Us A Kind Of Chart, And We Dare Not Surrender Even A Small Rushlight In The Darkness. The Hasty Reformer Who Does Not Remember The Past Will Find Himself Condemned To Repeat It.

It Was Foreordained That I Should Go Alone To Umvelos', And In The Promptings Of My Own Infallible Heart I Believed I Saw The Workings Of Omnipotence. Such Is Our Moral Arrogance, And Yet Without Such A Belief I Think That Mankind Would Have Ever Been Content To Bide Sluggishly At Home.

He Who Would Valiant Be Against All Disaster; Let Him In Constancy Follow The Master. There's No Discouragement Shall Make Him Once Relent; His First Avowed Intent To Be A Pilgrim.

It Struck Me That Albania Was The Sort Of Place That Might Keep A Man From Yawning.

The Robe Of Flesh Wears Thin, And With The Years God Shines Through All Things.