I Love Criticism Just So Long As

What I Adore Is Supreme Professionalism. I’m Bored By Writers Who Can Write Only When It’s Raining.

The Pleasures That Once Were Heaven Look Silly At Sixty-seven.

It's Such A Surprise For The Eastern Eyes To See, That Though The English Are Effete They're Quite Impervious To Heat.

I Love Criticism Just So Long As It's Unqualified Praise.

I Don't Think Pornography Is Harmful, But It Is Terribly, Terribly Boring.