I Think That Nato Is Itself A

The Room I Wrote In 1957, And I Was Really Gratified To Find That It Stood Up. I Didn't Have To Change A Word.

I Can't Really Articulate What I Feel.

I've Had My Fill Of These City Guttersnipes--all That Scavenging Scum! They're The Sort Of People, Who, If The Gates Of Heaven Opened To Them, All They'd Feel Would Be A Draught.

Isn't It True That Every Aristocrat Wants To Die?

One Way Of Looking At Speech Is To Say It Is A Constant Stratagem To Cover Nakedness.