Trust Your Instincts. If You Have No

Criticism And Bolshevism Have One Thing In Common. They Both Seek To Pull Down That Which They Could Never Build.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.

A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

What I Adore Is Supreme Professionalism. I’m Bored By Writers Who Can Write Only When It’s Raining.

Goodnight, My Darlings, I'll See You Tomorrow.