When A Small Child... I

The More You Look Back Into English History, The More You Are Forced To The Conclusion That Alongside Civility And The Deeply Held Convictions About Individual Rights, The English Have A Natural Taste For Disorder.

When A Small Child, I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong, Happiness Is Like A Butterfly Which Appears And Delights Us For One Brief Moment, But Soon Flits Away.

A True Artist Should Have No Secrets. On The Stage, You Must Be Able To Transmit Every Emotion To The Spectator.

Whenever I Have Had A Sudden Urge To Quit Dancing, I Just Remember That Moment I Had When I Was Young And Remember That Dancing Is What I Want To Do.

Scots Are Jocks,welshmentaffies, And Irishmen Paddies Or Micks But?it Is Noticeable There Is No Similar Designation For The English.