Woe Unto The Defeated, Whom History Treads

When All Is Said, Its Atmosphere [england's] Still Contains Fewer Germs Of Aggression And Brutality Per Cubic Foot In A Crowded Bus, Pub Or Queue Than In Any Other Country In Which I Have Lived

We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

A Writer's Ambition Should Be To Trade A Hundred Contemporary Readers For Ten Readers In Ten Years' Time And For One Reader In A Hundred Years' Time.

God Is Dethroned; And Although The Incognizant Masses Are Tardy In Realizing The Event, They Feel The Icy Draught Caused By That Vacancy. Man Enters Upon A Spiritual Ice Age; The Established Churches Can No Longer Provide More Than Eskimo Huts Where Their Shivering Flock Huddles Together.

The Fact Is: I No Longer Believe In My Own Infallibility. That Is Why I Am Lost.