I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

If We Haven't A Grouch Against Fortune, We Seem Unable To Avoid One Against Ourselves.

Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

There's Never Been A Lack Of Men Willing To Die Bravely. The Trouble Is To Find A Few Able To Live Sensibly.