Whereas, Up To The Present, There Is

Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

There Is Only One Kind Of Wisdom That Has Any Social Value, And That Is The Knowledge Of One's Own Limitations.

Fantasy Works Inwards Upon Its Author, Blurring The Boundary Between The Visioned And The Actual, And Associating Itself Ever Moreclosely With The Ego, So That The Child Who Has Fantasied Himself A Murderer Ends By Becoming A Loeb Or A Leopold. The Creative Imagination Works Outwards, Steadily Increasing The Gap Between The Visioned And The Actual, Till This Becomes The Great Gulf Fixed Between Art And Nature. Few Writers Of Crime-stories Become Murderers--if Any Do, It Is Not The Result Of Identifying Themselves With Their Murderous Heroes.

It Is Ridiculous To Take On A Man's Job Just In Order To Be Able To Say That 'a Woman Has Done It - Yah!' The Only Decent Reason For Tackling A Job Is That It Is Your Job And You Want To Do It.

If People Will Bring Dynamite Into A Powder Factory, They Must Expect Explosions.