A Regime Which Combines Perpetual Surveillance With

Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.

We English Are Good At Forgiving Our Enemies; It Releases Us From The Obligation Of Liking Our Friends.

Metaphysical Speculation Is About As Pointless As A Discussion On The Meaning Of One's Lungs. They're For Breathing.

Increase Your Word Power. Words Are The Raw Material Of Our Craft. The Greater Your Vocabulary The More ­effective Your Writing. We Who Write In English Are Fortunate To Have The Richest And Most Versatile Language In The World. Respect It.

The Tragedy Of Loss Is Not That We Grieve, But That We Cease To Grieve, And Then Perhaps The Dead Are Dead At Last.