The Robe Of Flesh Wears Thin, And

Pessimism Is The One Ism Which Kills The Soul.

It Struck Me That Albania Was The Sort Of Place That Might Keep A Man From Yawning.

Any Large-scale Organization Must Lose Some Of The Merits Of Its Rudimentary Beginnings. Quantity Will Have A Coarsening Effect On Quality.

There May Be Peace Without Joy, And Joy Without Peace, But The Two Combined Make Happiness.

I Was A Peaceful Sedentary Man, A Lover Of A Quiet Life, With No Appetite For Perils And Commotions. But I Was Beginning To Realise That I Was Very Obstinate.