It Distresses Me, This Failure

I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

It Is So Much Easier To Covet What One Hasn't Than To Revel In What One Has. Also, It Is So Much Easier To Be Enthusiastic About What Exists Than About What Doesn't.

I Have Known No Man Of Genius Who Had Not To Pay, In Some Affliction Or Defect, Either Physical Or Spiritual, For What The Gods Had Given Him.

It Is Easier To Confess A Defect Than To Claim A Quality.