Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we will write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time.

Wherever wood can swim, there I am sure to find this flag of England.

I generally had to give in.

Unite for the public safety, if you would remain an independent nation.

I rail against writers who talk about the loneliness of it all - what do they want, a crowd looking over their typewriters? Or those who talk about having to s…

There is never enough time, unless you're serving it.

One wants to be an honest man; one is so, one works hard; but still one cannot make both ends meet; on must give up the work, there is no chance of carrying it…