A Pipe For The Hour Of Work;

To Every Man It Is Decreed: Thou Shalt Live Alone. Happy They Who Imagine That They Have Escaped The Common Lot; Happy, Whilst They Imagine It.

I Have The Happiness Of A Passing Moment, And What More Can Mortal Ask?

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.

People Have Got That Ancient Prejudice So Firmly Rooted In Their Heads That One Mustn't Write Save At I The Dictation Of The Holy Spirit. I Tell You, Writing Is A Business.

Human Creatures Have A Mervellous Power Of Adapting Themselves To Necessity.