When A Small Child... I

Play The Last Measure Very Softly.

When A Small Child... I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong.

To Follow, Without Halt, One Aim: There's The Secret Of Success.

It Is By The Steady Elimination Of Everything Which Is Ugly - Thoughts And Words No Less Than Tangible Objects - And By The Substitution Of Things Of True And Lasting Beauty That The Whole Progress Of Humanity Proceeds.

Once Upon A Time The English Knew Who They Were.