A Holiday Isn't A Holiday,

The Mere Possession Of A Gun Is, In Itself, An Urge To Kill, Not Only By Design, But By Accident, By Madness, By Fright, By Bravado.

I Don't Worry About The Storms, I Am Learning To Sail My Own Ship.

When I Had Youth I Had No Money; Now I Have The Money I Have No Time; And When I Get The Time, If I Ever Do, I Shall Have No Health To Enjoy Life. I Suppose It's The Discipline I Need; But It's Rather Hard To Love The Things I Do, And See Them Go By Because Duty Chains Me To My Galley. If I Ever Come Into Port With All Sails Set, That Will Be My Reward Perhaps.

Books Are Always Good Company If You Have The Right Sort.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year.