I Wrote My Will Across The Sky,

It Is Difficult To Keep Quiet When Everything Is Being Done Wrong, But The Less You Lose Your Temper The Greater Your Advantage. Also Then You Will Not Go Mad Yourself.

We Had Been Hopelessly Labouring To Plough Waste Lands; To Make Nationality Grow In A Place Full Of The Certainty Of God… Among The Tribes Our Creed Could Be Only Like The Desert Grass – A Beautiful Swift Seeming Of Spring; Which, After A Day’s Heat, Fell Dusty.

I Prefer Lies To Truth, Especially When The Lies Are About Me.

The Desert Is An Ocean In Which No Oar Is Dipped.

I Haven't Got A Heart: Only The Former Site Of One, With A Monument There To Say That It Has Been Removed And The Area It Occupied Turned Into A Public Garden, In Pursuance Of The Slum-clearance Scheme.