Shall I Part My Hair Behind Do

In A Mind Charged With An Eager Purpose And An Unfinished Vindictiveness, There Is No Room For New Feelings.

Art Never Improves, But... The Material Of Art Is Never Quite The Same.

I Grow Old … I Grow Old … I Shall Wear The Bottoms Of My Trousers Rolled.

The Fool,fixed In His Folly,may Think He Can Turn The Wheel On Which He Turns.

The Pekes And The Pollicles, Everyone Knows, Are Proud And Implacable, Passionate Foes; It Is Always The Same, Wherever One Goes. And The Pugs And The Poms, Although Most People Say That They Do Not Like Fighting, Will Often Display Every Symptom Of Wanting To Join In The Fray. And They Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Until You Can Hear Them All Over The Park.