What The Eye Does Not See, The

If London Is A Watercolor, New York Is An Oil Painting.

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

I Made, Over The Years In Cambridge, Several Very Good American Friends, And America Appeared To Me, A Land Of Promise In Every Sense Of That Word, A Land Of Freedom From The Inhibitions And Restrictions That I Felt In England.

Tragedy, For Me, Is Not A Conflict Between Right And Wrong, But Between Two Different Kinds Of Right.

I Speak For All Mediocrities In The World. I Am Their Champion. I Am Their Patron Saint.