Day's Work Is Still To

If We Could Wake Each Morning With No Memory Of Living Before We Went To Sleep, We Might Arrive At A Faultless Day.

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

It's Always Our Touches Of Vanity That Manage To Betray Us.

The Best Thing We Can Do Is To Make Wherever We're Lost In Look As Much Like Home As We Can.

The Lines Marking A Penalty Area Are A Disgrace To The Playing Fields Of A Public School.