Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time Is The

The Crown Of Life Is Neither Happiness Nor Annihilation; It Is Understanding.

The Only Difficulty Is To Know What Bits To Choose And What To Leave Out. Novel-writing Is Not Creation, It Is Selection.

Progress. There's A Good Deal Too Much O' This Progress About Nowadays, An', What's More, It'll Have To Stop.

I Am Much Perturbed By This Business Of Sickness. Our Bodies Seem So Easily To Leap Into The Saddle Where Our Minds Should Be. People Who Are Ill Become Changelings.

I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work I Am Nothing.