I Don't Believe In Children's

To Escape Jury Duty In England, Wear A Bowler Hat And Carry A Copy Of The Daily Telegraph.

Check-ups Are, In My Experience, A Grave Mistake; All They Do Is Allow The Quack Of Your Choice To Tell You That You Have Some Sort Of Complaint That You Were Far Happier Not Knowing About.

The People Look Forbidding, Solemn, Marked By That Impossible Ideal, Communism, Which, Like Christianity, Seemed To Demand Too Much Of Humanity And, Falling Into The Wrong Hands, Led Too Easily To Horrible Brutality.

Hell Must Be A Place Where You Are Only Allowed To Read What You Agree With.

The Old Middle-class Prerogative Of Being Permanently In A Most Filthy Temper.