Peace Will Not Be Preserved By Pious

It Is With Deep Grief I Watch The Clattering Down Of The British Empire With All Its Glories And All The Services It Has Rendered To Mankind.

We Are Masters Of The Unsaid Words, But Slaves Of Those We Let Slip Out.

The Reserve Of Modern Assertions Is Sometimes Pushed To Extremes, In Which The Fear Of Being Contradicted Leads The Writer To Strip Himself Of Almost All Sense And Meaning.

There Are A Terrible Lot Of Lies Going About The World, And The Worst Of It Is That Half Of Them Are True.

When They Told Me That By The Year 2100 Women Would Rule The World, My Reply Was 'still?'