But What's The Good Of Freedom? What

Women Hock Their Jewels And Their Husbands' Insurance Policies To Acquire An Unaccustomed Shade In Hair Or Crêpe De Chine. Why Then Is It That When Anyone Commits Anything Novel In The Arts He Should Be Always Greeted By This Same Peevish Howl Of Pain And Surprise? One Is Led To Suspect That The Interest People Show In These Much Talked Of Commodities, Painting, Music, And Writing, Cannot Be Very Deep Or Very Genuine When They So Wince Under An Unexpected Impact.

The Creation Of A World View Is The Work Of A Generation Rather Than Of An Individual, But We Each Of Us, For Better Or For Worse, Add Our Brick To The Edifice.

The World's Becoming A Museum Of Socialist Failures.

If I Were Sufficiently Romantic I Suppose I'd Have Killed Myself Long Ago Just To Make People Talk About Me. I Haven't Even Got The Conviction To Make A Successful Drunkard.

The People Of This Country Are Too Tolerant. There's No Other Country In The World Where They'd Allow It... After All We Built Up This Country And Then We Allow A Lot Of Foreigners, The Scum Of Europe, The Offscourings Of Polish Ghettos To Come And Run It For Us.