Britain, Which In The Years Immediately Before

The World We Know At Present Is In No Fit State To Take Over The Dreariest Little Meteor ... If We Have The Courage And Patience, The Energy And Skill, To Take Us Voyaging To Other Planets, Then Let Us Use Some Of These To Tidy Up And Civilize This Earth. One World At A Time, Please.

I Know Only Two Words Of American Slang, 'swell' And 'lousy'. I Think 'swell' Is Lousy, But 'lousy' Is Swell.

There Is Romance, The Genuine Glinting Stuff, In Typewriters, And Not Merely In Their Development From Clumsy Giants Into Agile Dwarfs, But In The History Of Their Manufacture, Which Is Filled With Raids, Battles, Lonely Pioneers, Great Gambles, Hope, Fear, Despair, Triumph. If Some Of Our Novels Could Be Written By The Typewriters Instead Of On Them, How Much Better They Would Be.

Most Writers Enjoy Two Periods Of Happiness When A Glorious Idea Comes To Mind And, Secondly, When A Last Page Has Been Written And You Haven't Had Time To Know How Much Better It Ought To Be.

Our Trouble Is That We Drink Too Much Tea. I See In This The Slow Revenge Of The Orient, Which Has Diverted The Yellow River Down Our Throats.