To Multiply Your Joy, Count Your Blessings.

Man, The Creature Who Knows He Must Die, Who Has Dreams Larger Than His Destiny, Who Is Forever Working A Confidence Trick On Himself, Needs An Ally. Mine Has Been Tobacco.

To Multiply Your Joy, Count Your Blessings.

It Is Hard To Tell Where The Mcc Ends And The Church Of England Begins.

A Novelist Who Writes Nothing For 10 Years Finds His Reputation Rising. Because I Keep On Producing Books They Say There Must Be Something Wrong With This Fellow.

We Should Like To Have Some Towering Geniuses, To Reveal Us To Ourselves In Colour And Fire, But Of Course They Would Have To Fit Into The Pattern Of Our Society And Be Able To Take Orders From Sound Administrative Types.