He Who Can Reach A Child's Heart

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Of All The Trees That Grow So Fair Old England To Adorn, Greater Are None Beneath The Sun Than Oak, And Ash And Thorn.

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.

It's Always Best To Tell The Truth.

At Twenty The Things For Which One Does Not Care A Damn Should, Properly, Be Many.