The Advantage Of Literature Over Life Is

Love Is Like The Measles; We All Have To Go Through It.

Weather In Towns Is Like A Skylark In A Counting-house-out Of Place And In The Way.

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet ... The Evenings In Late Autumn Time, When The White Mist Creeps Across The Fields, Making It Seem As Though Old Earth, Feeling The Night Air Cold To Its Poor Bones, Were Drawing Ghostly Bedclothes Round Its Withered Limbs.

There Is No More Thrilling Sensation I Know Of Than Sailing. It Comes As Near To Flying As Man Has Got To Yet - Except In Dreams.

If There Is One Person I Do Despise More Than Another, It Is The Man Who Does Not Think Exactly The Same On All Topics As I Do.