Beginnings Are Always Messy.

One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's Mouth Is What One Becomes.

I Am Still Under The Impression That There Is Nothing Alive Quite So Beautiful As A Thoroughbred Horse.

I Think The Greatest Thing In The World Is To Believe In People.

The Young Man Who, At The End Of September, 1924, Dismounted From A Taxicab In South Square, Westminster, Was So Unobtrusively American That His Driver Had Some Hesitation In Asking For Double His Fare. The Young Man Had No Hesitation In Refusing It.

It Isnot Good Enough Tospend Time And Ink Indescribing The Penultimate Sensations And Physical Movements Of People Getting Into A State Of Rut, We All Know Them So Well.