To Write You Must Be Warm, Fed,

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.

Many Famous Feet Have Trod Sublunary Paths, And Famous Hands Have Weighed The Strength They Have Against The Strength They Need; And Famous Lips Interrogated God Concerning Franchise In Eternity.

A Writer Can Have Only One Language, If Language Is Going To Mean Anything To Him.

Living In England Has No Such Excuse: These Are My Customs And Establishments.