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It Is Good Fiction, So Largely Ignored Now, That Brings Us So Much Closer To The Real Facts.

I Have Always Been Delighted At The Prospect Of A New Day, A Fresh Try, One More Start, With Perhaps A Bit Of Magic Waiting Somewhere Behind The Morning.

Marriage Is Like Paying An Endless Visit In Your Worst Clothes.

No Matter How Piercing And Appalling His Insights, The Desolation Creeping Over His Outer World, The Lurid Lights And Shadows Of His Inner World, The Writer Must Live With Hope, Work In Faith

To Say That These Men Paid Their Shillings To Watch Twenty-two Hirelings Kick A Ball Is Merely To Say That A Violin Is Wood And Catgut, That Hamlet Is So Much Paper And Ink.