Writing ... It Begins As An Amusement,

When I Was Younger I Made It A Rule Never To Take Strong Drink Before Lunch. It Is Now My Rule Never To Do So Before Breakfast.

We Shall Defend Our Island, Whatever The Cost May Be, We Shall Fight On The Beaches, We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds, We Shall Fight In The Fields And In The Streets, We Shall Fight In The Hills; We Shall Never Surrender.

To Sit At One's Table On A Sunny Morning, With Four Clear Hours Of Uninterruptible Security, Plenty Of Nice White Paper, And A Squeezer Pen - That Is True Happiness.

God For A Month Of Power & A Good Shorthand Writer.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.