Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers­­ The Intelligence­­ Of Humanity.

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

It Was The Only Way To Progress, To Stop.

Love, That Is All I Asked, A Little Love, Daily, Twice Daily, Fifty Years Of Twice Daily Love Like A Paris Horse-butcher's Regular, What Normal Woman Wants Affection?