Politics Are Usually The Executive

Modern War And Modern Civilisation Are Utterly Incompatible...one Or The Other Must Go.

I Know Of No Place Where The Wind Can Be As Icy And The Damp So Penetrating As In Oxford Round About Easter Time.

Babies Are A Nuisance, Of Course. But So Does Everything Seem To Be That Is Worth While – Husbands And Books And Committees And Being Loved And Everything. We Have To Choose Between Barren Ease And Rich Unrest – Or Rather, One Does Not Choose.

An Author Who Waits For The Right 'mood' Will Soon Find That 'moods' Get Fewer And Fewer Until They Cease Altogether.

Most Of Us Have To Be Self-righteous Before We Can Be Righteous.