Habit: Often Mistaken For Love.

Victory Is Gay Only Back Home. Up Front It Is Joyless.

To Lose Your Prejudices You Must Travel.

The British Have An Umbilical Cord Which Has Never Been Cut And Through Which Tea Flows Constantly. It Is Curious To Watch Them In Times Of Sudden Horror, Tragedy Or Disaster. The Pulse Stops Apparently, And Nothing Can Be Done, And Not One Move Made, Until A “nice Cup Of Tea” Is Quickly Made. There Is No Question That It Brings Solace And Does Steady The Mind. What A Pity All Countries Are Not.

Grumbling Is The Death Of Love

Words Can Bruise And Break Hearts, And Minds As Well. There Are No Black And Blue Marks, No Broken Bones To Put In Plaster Casts, And Therefore No Prison Bars For The Offender.