Nothing Is Won Without Enthusiasm.

History Is Written By The Victors.

No One Ever Came To Grief-except Honorable Grief-through Riding Horses. No Hour Of Life Is Lost That Is Spent In The Saddle. Young Men Have Often Been Ruined Through Owning Horses, Or Through Backing Horses, But Never Through Riding Them; Unless Of Course They Break Their Necks, Which, Taken At A Gallop, Is A Very Good Death To Die.

Civilisation Will Not Last, Freedom Will Not Survive, Peace Will Not Be Kept, Unless A Very Large Majority Of Mankind Unite Together To Defend Them And Show Themselves Possessed Of A Constabulary Power Before Which Barbaric And Atavistic Forces Will Stand In Awe.

A Modest Little Person, With Much To Be Modest About.

The Rhinoceros Stood ... About Five Hundred Yards Away ... Not A Twentieth-century Animal At All, But An Odd, Grim Straggler From The Stone Age.