The Air Is Like A Draught Of

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.

Work Is Much More Fun Than Fun.

It's Never Too Early For A Cocktail.

I Write At High Speed Because Boredom Is Bad For My Health.