Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time Is The

There's Never Been A Lack Of Men Willing To Die Bravely. The Trouble Is To Find A Few Able To Live Sensibly.

The Damned Book I Am Writing Is Like The Driveling Of A Weak-kneed Sea Calf. If I Were Sufficiently Strong Minded, I Should Tear It Up An Start Again. But I Don't.

Public Work Brings A Vicarious But Assured Sense Of Immortality. We May Be Poor, Weak, Timid, In Debt To Our Landlady, Bullied By Our Nieces, Stiff In The Joints, Shortsighted And Distressed; We Shall Perish, But The Cause Endures; The Cause Is Great.

We're So Busy Resigning Ourselves To The Inevitable That We Don't Even Ask If It Is Inevitable. We've Got To Have Courage, To Take Our Future Into Our Hands. If The Law Is Oppressive, We Must Change The Law. If Tradition Is Obstructive, We Must Break Tradition. If The System Is Unjust, We Must Reform The System.

If You Are Rich, You Have Lovely Cars, And Jars Full Of Flowers, And Books In Rows, And A Wireless, And The Best Sort Of Gramophone And Meringues For Supper.