A Professional Is A Man

The English Instinctively Admire Any Man Who Has No Talent And Is Modest About It.

Your Englishman, Confronted By Something Abnormal Will Always Pretend That It Isn't There. If, However, You Force Him To Look Into It, He'll At Once Pretend That He Sees The Object Not For What It Is But For Something That He Would Like It To Be.

All I Want Is A Modest Place In Mr X's Good Reading, Miss Y's Good Writing, And That New Edition Of One Thousand Best Bits Of Recent Prose.

Shaw's Plays Are The Price We Pay For Shaw's Prefaces.

The Englishman Can Get Along With Sex Quite Perfectly So Long As He Can Pretend That It Isn't Sex But Something Else.