We Know One Another's Faults, Virtues, Catastrophes,

Work Is A Dull Thing; You Cannot Get Away From That. The Only Agreeable Existence Is One Of Idleness, And That Is Not, Unfortunately, Always Compatible With Continuing To Exist At All.

Traveling Together Is A Great Test, Which Has Damaged Many Friendships And Even Honeymoons, And Some People Such As [thomas] Gray And Horace Walpole, Never Feel Quite The Same To One Another Again, And It Is Nobody's Fault, As One Knows If One Listens To The Stories Of Both, Though It Seems To Be Some People's Fault More Than Others.

The Poet Has To Make A Synthesis Out Of The Moral Life Of Our Time, And This Life Is Lived At This Moment On A Political Plane.

You Should Always Believe What You Read In The Newspapers, For That Makes Them More Interesting.

At The Worst, A House Unkept Cannot Be So Distressing As A Life Unlived.