Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time Is The

The Only Difficulty Is To Know What Bits To Choose And What To Leave Out. Novel-writing Is Not Creation, It Is Selection.

[on Golf:] One Of The Most Distressing Defects Of Civilization.

Public Work Brings A Vicarious But Assured Sense Of Immortality. We May Be Poor, Weak, Timid, In Debt To Our Landlady, Bullied By Our Nieces, Stiff In The Joints, Shortsighted And Distressed; We Shall Perish, But The Cause Endures; The Cause Is Great.

It Is Better To Take Experience, To Suffer, To Love, And To Remember Than To Walk Unscathed Between The Fires. I've Had Most Immunities Myself - The Result Of An Independent Income Combined With A Personality Completely Devoid Of Sexual Attractions - The Two Fires Of Poverty And Passion Have Therefore Never Burned Me, And I Am A Lesser Person For My Safety.

I Can't Think Why I Was Cursed With This Inordinate Desire To Write, If The High Gods Weren't Going To Give Me Some More Adquate Means Of Expressing Myself Than That Which My Present Pedestrian Prose Affords.