Memory Heaps Dead Leaves On

The Biggest Tragedy Of Life Is The Utter Impossibility To Change What You Have Done

From Behind A Wooden Crate We Saw A Long Black-muzzled Nose Poking Round At Us. We Took Him Out-soft, Wobbly, Tearful; Set Him Down On His Four, As Yet Not Quite Simultaneous Legs, And Regarded Him. He Wandered A Little Round Our Legs, Neither Wagging His Tail Nor Licking At Our Hands; Then He Looked Up, And My Companion Said: "he's An Angel!"

Society Is Built On Marriage ... Marriage And Its Consequences.

I Am Still Under The Impression That There Is Nothing Alive Quite So Beautiful As A Thoroughbred Horse.

If You Do Not Think About The Future, You Cannot Have One.