Four legs good, two legs bad.

It is curious how people take it for granted that they have a right to preach at you and pray over you as soon as your income falls below a certain level.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

Where this age differs from those immediately preceding it is that a liberal intelligentsia is lacking. Bully-worship, under various disguises, has become a universal religion, and such truisms as that a machine-gun is still a machine-gun even when a "good" man is squeezing the trigger have turned into heresies which it is actually becoming dangerous to utter.

It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.

The Penguin books are splendid value for sixpence, so splendid that if other publishers had any sense they would combine against them and suppress them.

The object of powder is powder.