The Riviera Isn't Only A Sunny Place

Common-sense Appears To Be Only Another Name For The Thoughtlessness Of The Unthinking. It Is Made Of The Prejudices Of Childhood, The Idiosyncrasies Of Individual Character And The Opinion Of The Newspapers.

When Things Are At Their Worst, I Find Something Always Happens.

The Ideas For Stories That Thronged My Brain Would Not Let Me Rest Till I Had Got Rid Of Them By Writing Them.

Great Writers Create; Writers Of Smaller Gifts Copy

Old Age Has Its Pleasures, Which, Though Different, Are Not Less Than The Pleasures Of Youth.