You Do Your Worst, And

I Devoured Gibbon. I Rode Triumphantly Through It From End To End And Enjoyed It All.

Everyone Threw The Blame On Me ... They Nearly Always Do. I Suppose ... They Think I Shall Be Able To Bear It Best.

I Have Not Become The Kings First Minister In Order To Preside Over The Liquidation Of The British Empire.

Painting Is The Same Kind Of Problem As Unfolding A Long, Sustained Interlocked Argument... It Is A Proposition Commanded By A Single Unity Of Conception.

Today I May Way Before An Awestruck World; I Am Still Master Of My Fate. I Am Still Captain Of My Soul.