A Glass Of Wine Often

Splendid Cheeses They Were, Ripe And Mellow, And With A Two Hundred Horse-power Scent About Them That Might Have Been Warranted To Carry Three Miles, And Knock A Man Over At Two Hundred Yards.

Let Your Boat Of Life Be Light, Packed With Only What You Need - A Homely Home And Simple Pleasures, One Or Two Friends, Worth The Name, Someone To Love And Someone To Love You, A Cat, A Dog, And A Pipe Or Two, Enough To Eat And Enough To Wear, And A Little More Than Enough To Drink; For Thirst Is A Dangerous Thing.

It Is So Pleasant To Come Across People More Stupid Than Ourselves. We Love Them At Once For Being So.

That Is Just The Way With Memory; Nothing That She Brings To Us Is Complete. She Is A Willful Child; All Her Toys Are Broken. I Remember Tumbling Into A Huge Dust-hole When A Very Small Boy, But I Have Not The Faintest Recollection Of Ever Getting Out Again; And If Memory Were All We Had To Trust To, I Should Be Compelled To Believe I Was There Still.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Stomach Does Not Get Upset Over