Trouble Shared Is Trouble Halved.

She Reflected She Must Be Completely Besotted About Peter, If His Laughter Could Hallow An Aspidistra.

What? Sunday Morning In An English Family And No Sausages? God Bless My Soul, What's The World Coming To, Eh?

The One Thing Which Seems To Me Quite Impossible Is To Take Into Consideration The Kind Of Book One Is Expected To Write; Surely One Can Only Write The Book That Is There To Be Written.

The Devil Is A Spiritual Lunatic, But, Like Many Lunatics, He Is Extremely Plausible And Cunning.

How Can I Find The Words? Poets Have Taken Them All And Left Me With Nothing To Say Or Do" "except To Teach Me For The First Time What They Meant.