Russia Is A Riddle Wrapped In A

It Is Of No Account; After All, The Old Bird Does Not Fly Far From His Nest.

Democracy Means That When There's A Knock In The Door At 3 Am, It's Probably The Milkman.

History Will Be Kind To Me For I Intend To Write It.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

We Are All Worms. But I Believe That I Am A Glow-worm.