Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.

Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm.

Virginia Woolf's Writing Is No More Than Glamorous Knitting. I Believe She Must Have A Pattern Somewhere.

The Public Will Believe Anything, So Long As It Is Not Founded On Truth.

My Temper Is Not Spoilt. I Am Absolutely Non-homicidal. Nor Do I Ever Attack Unless I Have Been Attacked First, And Then Heaven Have Mercy Upon The Attacker, Because I Don't! I Just Sharpen My Wits On A Wooden Head As A Cat Sharpens Its Claws On The Wood Legs Of A Table.