Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

[o]ne Can Scarcely Be Frightened Off Writing What One Wants To Write For Fear An Obscure Reviewer Should Patronise One On That Account.

He Had The Appeal Of A Very Young Dog Of A Very Large Breed -- A Kind Of Amiable Absurdity.

Well-bred English People Never Have Imagination.

If It Were Not For The War, This War Would Suit Me Down To The Ground.

Heaven Deliver Us, What's A Poet? Something That Can't Go To Bed Without Making A Song About It.