Young Girls Passed Me With

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

The Vows We Take In The Holy Place Bind Us Till We Are Purged Of Them At Inanda's Kraal. Till Then No Blood Must Be Shed And No Flesh Eaten. It Was The Fashion Of Our Forefathers.

If Those Extra-social Brains Are So Potent, Why After All Do They Effect So Little? A Dull Police-officer, With The Machine Behind Him, Can Afford To Laugh At Most Experiments In Anarchy.

To Live For A Time Close To Great Minds Is The Best Kind Of Education.

But Some Love Not The Method Of Your First; Romance They Count It, Throw't Away As Dust; If I Should Meet With Such, What Should I Say; Must I Slight Them As They Slight Me, Or Nay