I Really Don't Know What Happens Next

Adventures Do Occur, But Not Punctually.

Railway Termini Are Our Gates To The Glorious And The Unknown. Through Them We Pass Out Into Adventure And Sunshine, To Them, Alas! We Return.

The So Called White Races Are Really Pinko-grey.

All A Child's Life Depends On The Ideal It Has Of Its Parents. Destroy That And Everything Goes — Morals, Behaviour, Everything. Absolute Trust In Some One Else Is The Essence Of Education.

I Am Certainly An Ought And Not A Must.