We Are All Born In

Our Civilization, Bequeathed To Us By Fierce Adventurers, Eaters Of Meat And Hunters, Is So Full Of Hurry And Combat, So Busy About Many Things Which Perhaps Are Of No Importance, That It Cannot But See Something Feeble In A Civilization Which Smiles As It Refuses To Make The Battlefield The Test Of Excellence.

The Only Decent People I Ever Saw At The Racecourse Were Horses.

For The Years, He Felt, Had Not Quenched His Soul, Or Hers.

Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall Be No More.

The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In Action.