In an article on Bunyan lately published in the "Contemporary Review" - the only article on the subject worth reading on the subject I ever saw (yes, thank you, I am familiar with Macaulay's patronizing prattle about "The Pilgrim's Progress") etc.

I'm sick of all the reasonable people: they see all the reasons for doing nothing

Let wife and child perish, and lay bricks for your last crust, rather than part with an iota of your [copy]rights.

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.

People exaggerate the value of things they haven't got everybody worships truth and unselfishness because they have no experience with them

Most of my recent plays were written in the railway train between Hatfield and Kings Cross. I write anywhere, on the top of omnibuses or wherever I may be; it is all the same to me.