Civilised My Syphilised Yarbles.

And, My Brothers, It Was Real Satisfaction To Me To Waltz-left Two Three, Right Two Three-and Carve Left Cheeky And Right Cheeky, So That Like Two Curtains Of Blood Seemed To Pour Out At The Same Time, One On Either Side Of His Fat Filthy Oily Snout In The Winter Starlight.

To Be Left Alone Is The Most Precious Thing One Can Ask Of The Modern World.

Language Exists Less To Record The Actual Than To Liberate The Imagination.

I Wrote Much Because I Was Paid Little. I Had No Great Desire To Leave A Literary Name Behind Me.

If You Expect The Worst From A Person You Can Never Be Disappointed.