I'm an enormously talented man, and there's no use pretending that I'm not.
I write at high speed because boredom is bad for my health.
I'm over-educated in the things I shouldn't have known at all.
We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?
Let's drink to the spirit of gallantry and courage that made a strange Heaven out of unbelievable Hell, and let's drink to the hope that one day this country of ours, which we love so much, will find dignity and greatness and peace again.
My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.